We lie on earth and pull blue sky around us as
instructed at the well of the inner voice.
Here we try to love simply and--if we cannot--
we let the reigning God(s) pour love through us.
This is the penultimate action before death
so we pray to do it for years and years.
Letting go is easier than we expected—
we’ve had practice in walks to sea and lakes.
Whenever wild geese call, our heads float up to fly
with them, our feet leave paths of should behind.
And the first flowers of spring—snowdrop or daffodil—
stop us for wonder’s sake, for love and hope.
Wrapped up in sky and earth we learn the truth of life,
this close relationship, this kindness. Oh.
For my prompt "Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Kindness."
by Donkey Hotey (2011) flickr
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