Land Mines
Tiptoeing around
the land mines of life
nothing to do...really
but...
make paper airplanes,
enjoy red roses heads wired high
and the tuft of hair
on Kaia’s shoulders
turned gold by sunlight,
a card with shoes on it
that remind me
I am home and grateful,
for my lovers smile beside me
dazzling & easy& here.
Nothing I can do
except drink strawberries
in champagne
by the water
to trust and believe life is unfolding
as agreed to...
to hold on to the ones
I can still call daily,
to colored kites in the sky
and the slightness of tears
in my friends eyes,
the ferry hum
I can consistently count on...
on the hour.
Nothing I can do but
be witness to the blueness
of the water,
the strength in the mountains,
the wildness of the underbrush...
the crunch of feet on desert gravel,
the roar of boats
at play on February water,
rock sculptures that defy gravity
a partnership of art and earth,
movies that make me
forget my own name
and old songs of comfort
like the weight of silk skin
spread across me.
Kisses and laughter that continue
to take my breath away
and fill my head
with immediate wonder,
for a dog that smiles
only on the right...
with equal anxiety and joy,
for phones that buzz with
"I am thinking of you." wishes
and every moment that passes by
in sunlight,
for this red nest
that comfort and protects,
for sunsets that say farewell
to the day
and its gifts of living
and breathing
and all the blessings offered
in between the land mines of life!
Pam Piper Rain
Photo by Ed Earley
