Way, No Way - James McCoy

[Lawrence Robinson]

Way, No Way

Ice-silvered boulder, bristling grey.
I whisper,
Lend me one sliver of
Your self
So that I am still,
Immovable,
Quiet. Strong.

Silver-ridged maple,
My fingers brush your bark,
And I ask,
Teach me your secret life within,
So that I too can reach for the sun
and stand in the knuckled grip of the earth.

I know that
In the fierce dance of the first moments,
We were brothers.
But I seem to have lost my way.

Shh ... while I listen for a whisper.

Perhaps the secret is there.

	- James McCoy
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