CLOUD-WISE AND SKYWARD
I am the earth.
Rooted to this spot.
A river bluff blustery with leaves
waiting for wandering words to transform them
into places where trees believe in their roots,
a distant bank of clouds beyond sunset daring
to speak to us
about the light on the other side of them
making their edges glow like warmest memories
as I stretch out my hands to feel the hem of this garment,
birds flying through me,
amazed that I never saw the sky inside me
for myself
until now.
Ken Woodley 