Oct 26, 2008 21:12
AMA CREDO
Needing
to go separate
along my green homings
barefoot to the thud
of fruit falling
solitaire calling
my compass, lodestar
glinting upmountain
hemmed in with pineneedles
canopied with sunsets
flaming me steeds
to stride
across sky on;
world softening
to mist
mornings shaking open
blue tablecloths
for me
to write big
and brief
on.
-Margaret Reckord