GLAD SONG

Glad song rings strong
inside our souls,
greening and burnishing
from edges inward
towards places we’ve
not been,
yet knowing these unseen
presences are great as mountains
and simple as dirt
or a sudden laugh
shoots wet yearnings’
sweet spray
rising,
a shower ever rising
to the stars,
beyond the circling
elliptical planets
of our first giggles,
those early delights
mapping us for good
for life’s travels
and travails
written large
on ancient rolled papyrus
and mother’s imperfect love,
grateful for cartographers
and those far vistas calling,
listening with each sense,
we enter transformed
into great silence!