I am the face behind the face,
the watcher behind eyes.
I’ll slip this skin
like a bright fish
glistening in the sun,
wriggling free of your hands
back into the deep pool,
a glint of gold and silver
darting through the stream.
That color, that liquid,
the shining skin, that is me
but not all of me;
I am what the river cannot hold.
I swim inside this skin,
but I’ll slip it soon
and take another.
The stars will take me
and warm sand
waiting at the shore.
The deep sea will take me
and trails along the mountain.
Where I go you will not follow,
yet I’ll break from the brush
to see you once more,
a deer with her fawns
crossing the road
thin-legged and lithe,
then like a spirit wind
return to the forest.
Pray tell,what is the photo? Would it be purple pine cones and….?
….and in an atmosphere of celebration. Thank you, Don.
ohhhhhhh……I can easily slip into the skin of this poem Don…….such lovelies you’ve written here……..and, I can easily see this one being put to song……
Poignant. Gives me shivers. Brings up sadness, loss, and great hope, all in the same poem.
Yes, I will go but now I see! Love you Don and your songs too!
Sensitive acknowledgement of our many visits the timeless world of Now Here.
Beautiful Don…
lovely imagery!
We have slipped the skin many times and will again, for sure….as we glory in the experience of being alive on Planet Earth….
“I am what the river cannot hold”
Yes.
Lovely Don … don’t slip that skin too soon tho … 🙂 Love you!
………right to the heart for me!
the many faces and forms of our love and our bond
Yes, so wonderful that we are more than meets the eye- we are the force
behind the wonder of it all. Thanks Don
Referring to “Back to the Forest”
Liquid beauty viscerally. I bathed in your knowing. Now, that’s Attunement. ⚡️
Thanks for the elegant reminder, Don.