tintinnabulations

 on my morning walks I take leave of all things rational

a song of songs whistling through my bones

staggering beauty, yawning melodies

and everything falls away into the enduring horizon

the birds know there is no  distance

between imagination and the divine

(soul catchers)

 

love is the kind of thing

you sometimes see from the corner of your eyes

while looking to one side

there it is

overflowing like a spring river

with that recognizable 'first timeness'

climbing up inside you

   

 I taste seaweed and seawater, jade green and pine 

and all things I have my heart set on

in the spirit of evocation

and the pealing of bells

I am authentically pure, ringingly

myself

xox

~ Maddie ~