Running
I jump
leaves rustled
heart grounded
as my heart leaps up and down
a part of me is found
as I yearn
for lighter air
I wipe aside a hair
from my glistening brow
and wonder how
how
did I come to be here
Lord, how do you always
miraculously draw me near
and bail me out
my heart could show with joy
and then,"
MOMMY!"
not a real cry
but a want for time
with
when I
I need a break
how can I for Christ's sake
be the best me
when most days
its hard to see
who that may
be
art, I love
using my hands, I love
I love cloudy cool
and any watery pool
though natural more than most
I love to host
[but only for a time]
I love to help
[but see now it might be for my own good]
what is this hood
that in writing
falls over my heart
what does it mean to be set
apart
where does my speaking and seeking start
so many hopes
so much to cope
and yet change
like the Santa Ana's
is in the air
and leaves,
leaves are everywhere.
