Do you hear the dreams that call,
Dreams your hands still hope to find?
Stand in wonder of them all,
Pillow them within your mind.
In the shell of your old life
You could stand until you die,
But it’s time to slip away
With the hawk that rides the sky.
Onward through the wind and fire!
Push yourself, do not give up!
You will find your heart’s desire
Waiting in a brimming cup.
More The Whirligig #294
More Writers’ Pantry #48 at Poets and Storytellers United
Trying to breathe in this place,
close to the source of my grief,
while coins thrown in the wishing well
are glimmering and turning—
I feel my right foot slip, and then my left,
something tightens in my chest.
Be still, my heart!
You will find a way out!
Plaza de Armas, Zacatecas, México
With the same longings
people and pigeons gather
where the fountain flows.
In the quiet hours
stars slip into the waters—
those who drink them shine.
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“Come, thou Fount of every blessing…”
Gnarled ironwood tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona