confluence

Slowly, a new Medicine gathers

within the rumor of shift.

A confluence of hunter

and forest

is bringing me into

its honeyed abundance.

Stay here with me

in this breathing field

of tender audacity.

The edge of immensity

surrounds us,

expressive and kind

in the blossom of

its unfurling depth.

 

©Laura Sorrells 2012

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