If Not for Love
Have you asked the wildest bird to change his song? It’s the only one he knows. Have you tried to keep the river from the sea? Still that river flows. If not for love what are you for?
We blow like weeds upon the wind, we hold the ground, we drink the rain. We throw our seeds into the world before we go the way we came.
This. Still.
Thank you, again.
I would see: Joy!
The breath supporting my last word would hear me announce my last song title: Joy.
Yes Indeed, dear Joy. Yes indeed!
betsy