"the call of light..."

it beckons me, "come look, and see...
what lives beyond the rock-ribbed safety
of your certainty."

what river swells its banks while children
splash and lovers sleep on quilts of
whimsy beneath a cloudless sky

come see what leaves are dancing in the breeze while
horse flick their tails and whinny in pastures
green with summer

is this a home or a sepulcher,
a cottage or a cage filled with beautiful
playthings and delicious treats
that keep canaries drunk and sated

but the light is calling
it calls us forth beyond the cool
cavern of self, beyond the soft echoing of
what we have always thought was enough

come out and dip your toes in muddy water,
let the ripple of a child's laughter
disturb your entombed biases get messy in
get messy in the swirl of uncertainty

let the hem of your skirt lift and dance
around your shoulders in the wind
feel the tall grass play a string of kisses
against backs of your bare knees

open the window and take your stillness into
the pasture where it can run wild with horses
and sing into the hills a song of praise
a prayer of joy...


[photo credit: Jordan Jenkins 2012]