My sister is the waters…

My sister is the waters…
My brother is the mountains…
My mother is the earth…
All, a miracle of grace.

The most and best of my wisdom…
Sparkles down from the stars in the night…
Piercing my heart through a tear in a curtain…
There is no reasonable explanation.

My beautiful world, speckled and spotted…
Screaming, Dive in! Dive in!
Adorning me with the elegant and the splendid…
Making me a joy to myself.

Yet there is another world within me…
With too many shoes too much commotion…
Always another rabbit to catch…
Always wondering where I buried my favorite bone…
Each being a new source of anxiety.

Yet, my sister, brother and mother are not in these places…

They live in the fragrance of the flowers that are blooming…
The wink of an eyelid from a friend…
The sunset yellow, orange, then red…
Yep, it is as simple as that.

I love you,

Annie