Creative Hydration
We knew the thunder was coming,
like a swarm coming after you. After loss,
community: “remind me of your name.”
Two vessels meet, pouring into one another,
reminding me of the delicate balance between
nature and humanity. Warmth of the sun
multiplied today... even flies are sweating.
Still, we stayed, hands clutched on our creations.
This country will be “us.” A luscious garden
around empty tables, art blooming like flowers.
Two barred owls sing me back to sleep, heaven,
infinity. Spider silk stretches between boughs.
Smelling basil, I sat, grateful for a vagabond
breeze. The deer on the road stares back.
Butterflies tasting the salt on my skin. We are
all pretty once. Life, the trophy, I have not
forgotten you. We danced, waiting for the storm
to pass. Rain, rain, hail, hail. Creative hydration
can quench as well... this place, people who cross
our paths. The word “yet” fuels art, caresses the valley.
~ Voices of Visitors to the Poetry Porch, Art on Cullers Run
(arranged by Charise Hoge)
Thank you all for writing on my notepad!
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