Always Wrapped Around

Sandhill cranes
pick and glide
through plowed fields –

who races
along country highways
knows and misses

the roots

Summer birthing pangs begin.
Oriels warble and mate.
Chipmunks run helter-skelter claiming every space as theirs.
And frogs splosh and ripple the ponds no matter how gingerly I walk along.

As first light seeps into all the quiet places, the bird chorus changes everything and nothing. I get a rush and flutter of wavy vibrations – outward – inward – and outward again. It feels like falling in love and I think of falling in love and I remember falling in love. Does it even matter?

Strength in pain, clarity in hunger.

No star in sight, yet still my guiding light.

Nameless in the dark.

I keep slipping into clouds around your heart.

We tumble yet.

Homeward bound.

Always wrapped around.

The Lord has a plan, beloved.

Do you hear what I hear?

It's me, in dawning light, breathless.