October 23, 2009

 it is not a gentle gift 
 that god gives us. 
 but it is a gift.

 need ties us to this planet
 sharp rocks
 staked deep into thick earth.
 arms like balloon strings
 tethering us together.

 i am grounded by your expectations
 to be needed.
 counted on.

 i am not loose in this world
 i am a wild child without you
 your disarming love
 your gravity.
 your resistance
 when need is no longer
 we will be wisps of cottonseed 
 dandelion rain

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