Thread and Thrum

We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

I’m ecstatic at his arrival

flinging wide the door

dancing as I peer into the car.

Released from the restraints

of his carseat, he is running

to leap into my arms — all 35 pounds of

sturdy love, a kiss, a fierce hug,

I missed you too, he sings.

It’s been two days

since he last flourished

under my watchful eyes.

Today we tuck a geode

into a secret pocket, a rock

in a heart pillow,

very much alive, receptive

to the waves of love

we conjure to bless

the ducks, the kissed trees,

the leaves swirling through

the celebrated breeze.

I guess later in his life

he might look back

and see how weird

his witchy grandmother can be,

but right now we are creating

a new world of mutuality

weaving these sacred

bonds alive together.

 

Inspired by: Ecstatic, Rock, Watchful and Guess.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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