A Wish For a Child,Newly Born
know
(in your cells)
that we are made of each other
(woven, weaving)
we deepen
we drink in
we divulge
(arms linking
ties binding
more than becoming)
with the space we fill
the ways
we move
(woven, weaving)
patterns of encoded mystery
blossoming
through
(down and out and down again)
perpetually
transforming
into new
Copyright © Jenny Dumaine Backlund | Year Posted 2013
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