I realize,
on my voyage home,
crossing calm waters,
and heading in via Arrow Pass,
that once again,
I am,
alone.
Who will hold me now,
as I am.
It’s nature,
I turn too,
when all else fails,
in the world around me,
and I seek,
to live,
in the ways of old,
close upon,
our mother earth.
She has always held me.
Irrespective,
of the weight I carry,
or posture I present,
gently,
passionately,
reliably,
she holds me,
close. Aug 12, 2009
