Solstice eve
2010
A poem by Carolina Medina-Dupaix
Standing naked in the threshold of my mind’s garden I walk forth
Hesitantly stepping upon the stones of those that came before
My path has wandered through pages of written and unwritten history
The scope of the journey is known only to me
Stepping with the thunder I hear the lighten clap
A testament to the power and reverence that is awoken even in the smallest and simplest of animals
How could we have strayed so far?
As if to lift my spirit, the sun beams into face from an eastern window
I lift my face to the sky above
Breathe
and exhale |
Happenings