METAPHYSICAL MEANDERINGS

Photo by S. Auberle

(cleaning files--this is an old poem...)

WE WAIT

for something

to show us the way

to nourish

this flesh and bone

weave these rough ribbons of days

into a soul--we wait

for miracles, the old grace

of someone whispering

everything's gonna be allright

we wait

while outside the door

in a blue north wind

a wing lies in the forest

underneath--eight ladybugs

warm as this

my body and blood.

- mimi