SHE IS

She is light

She is acceptance

She is warmth

She cares for herself
 

She lingers

lost in images

walking through dreams
 

The pilgrimage her own

apologies no longer

no explanations

She gives

of special morsels

tucked deep in a soft pouch

of her heart

She finds there is more

even when she believes

she has depleted the supply

She is not the princess

She is the earth in her hands

the soil she digs

the compost she mixes in

She is the plant she pats 

gently in the ground

whispering reassurance

the beauty that develops

She is the sweat 

that pours from her face 

the cooling water streaming

from the hose

She simply is.

Sally Kilgore

2022 February

Prose or Poetry?

Derived from my writing intention

on a particular day:

Clear Fresh Bright Clarity of Self