A poem inspired by my Samhain reading.
(Image description: A photo of a river that is lined by gray rocks of different sizes and shapes. Green trees are seen near the river on both sides.) Credit: Photo by kazuend on Unsplash
Turning Toward the Earth
I turn toward the Earth,
damp soil meeting my shoes
and young grass in the making.
Where blood and bone and ash rest
there is a river, ‘tween the realms
the flow of time hitting the shores.
Days, weeks, months
currents in the flow
of how long it’s been since
I’ve seen you,
spoke with you,
hugged you.
Small traces of you
catch my eyes, here and there,
as faint calls in the wind.
This is the start
of our bond
in the place of not-here
but in the place of being-there.
A time of birth pangs
in grief and poetry,
of learning and love.
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