from roots to leaves

from roots to leaves

The earth cushioned each footstep 

with the intimacy of kit gloves , 

leaving a weary heart to ponder 

whether or not there were 

even any steps ever taken at all ; 

aware these feet had walked on 

through an intangible threshold , 

well into the other side of yesterday

These eyes felt dry , closing awkwardly , 

blinded by what they've seen

Visions far beyond 

any memory of familiarity , 

senses peculiarly broadened 

for to feel an ethereal touch 

of an all-encompassing symmetry ,

from roots to leaves

Intricately touching an undiscovered life

with unobservable fronds 

entangled in all aspects of an enigmatic tapestry

Hearing nothing but 

the colloquial ether ebb and flow 

of each nourishing breath ,

feeling a tremulous motion ,

as invisible wisps of luminosity

formed an uncommon movement

The sky flowing overhead beckons focus

Rorschach clouds pass 

like fleeting abstract dreams 

of ancient horizon oases ;

visions of grandeur transcend 

beyond the familiar

at the speed of thunderhead

The rain washed away the last chance 

to see beyond the stars ;

at the time , I often thought it impossible 

to stay grounded while yearning 

to discover that enabling labyrinth to fly away 

coursing beyond something more than 

the bemused minutiae of recurring impasse , 

mindful there is nothing more to grasp

than this passing moment 

Powerless to chase fleeting dreams any farther ,

my heart's grown weary

struggling with life's incongruences , 

accepting an unearthly incarnation

rooted in the marrow of a reverent soul ...

Harlon Rivers © January 2015