Joy

i will be your somersaulter
morning time
colder water

my clothes are damp
from dew and delight
choosing joy
choosing life

silver slivers
sunlit shivers
running paths and
rolling rivers

I will not be forgot!

giddy thoughts
hidden spots
slipping on the mossy rocks

I cannot be lost!

Heavy breath
sun and sweat

this work is never toil

my hands bleed. bruises
and scraped knees
dirt in fingernails
moss in my hair

i will carve out
a path
in this wilderness

i will set these stones

i will sing the sorrow
straight out of your heart
i will make this place
a home