“Don’t Take this Personally.” Four new poetry publications in Brief Wilderness–the space between.
I drove a hundred miles in the rain to see the earth breathe.
I drove a hundred miles
in the rain to see
the earth breathe.
In that moment
in the woods,
when the rain had turned the path into what looked like wet ashes,
I met myself meeting God.
I stood ankle-deep in wet ashes barefoot.
I drove a hundred miles in the rain to meet myself meeting God.
In that single moment in the rain,
I saw the earth breathe.
My feet were bare. I was cold.
I held on tight to a cypress knee.
I was barefoot when the entire planet inhaled.
In that breath,
in that breath
I was alive.