Kali 2016
My cheeks sag down Making me look even sadder than I feel There are new folds in my eyelids Pillows under my eyes Donald Trump wants to fix this. He…
It used to be
The way to God
Was up a tree
Feeling the bark against
New palms
Hoisting torso
Over limbs
Spread eagle
At the top
Swaying in the breeze
Nearer to Thee.
Now I find You
As I sweep the floor
In this crumb
In that tumbleweed
In the careful collecting
Of all the debris
I cup my palm around my cull
And carry it to the compost pile
Where it will find its way in again.
We always do.
Nerissa Nields
Nov. 16, 2011
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Yes, trees are a fine way to connect to Spirit!