poet – Thistle Thoughts

Degrees

Function & coherency
are often slow journeys

…you & I remain inside
different body & mental,
physical & spiritual prisons…

where burning becomes
a state of being, & ashes
are the taste of comfort

…an invitation
to glimpse within

What of madness and
feminine energy?

My poor husband is in the hospital…

…like my own temple,
withering away
over many a day…

Entwined branches of
birches in the distance
are guardians of
the white fields

they’re only going
to keep turning it up

I emerge with early birds