My Wife is Nature

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