Expeditions for Life

Are you listening? She is talking to you.

Her voice is in the thrash of blackberry thorns on your legs.

She sends a message in the mess of blackberry poops on your sailboat.

In your absence, a question is seized from the void.

Yet, it hasn’t yet fallen from the shrill whip at the tip of your tongue.

There is chitty talk of a change in season… a murmuring of darker days to come.

Her voice remains hidden.

Hidden from view, because instead we are looking.

In the eyes we seek confirmation.

Meaning making pulls us into each other, yet farther from Her song.

And there is a call… it sounds like the roar of the Indian Ocean, deep, bright and blue.

It is heard like the whistle of a Chilean mountain desert, so high, and so dry.

Where our hearts lead, there is a jewel of remembrance asking for embrace.

Will there be a listening?

What manifests from these visions?

Is it shared?

Something is calling this Lover forward.

Into the world.

Freedom existing simultaneously.

In between hearts.

The bones and blood and bosom of companionship.

Calls.