Corderro and the Good Shepherd
i'd wandered again staring
into streams of livid pools waving
raptures of rushing currents startled
beyond such graveness however tempted
to explore even more than before i'd missed
your pondering about awaiting my dashing exit
away from the flock that scattered sparingly
my temperament craved so much more
why the gravity along led me by surprise
with curiosity and grace your demeanor
seemed to shield my immature nature
calmly beyond a single sphere a certain
chastisement lingering gently between
the stone pavement a white stick hidden
gestures being heard only throughout
the babbling brooks gnashing against
large pebbles into solid foundations
henceforth creating distance an yet forming
a pulley blending mind body and soul into
thrashing madness mingling timelessly chafed
and bruised chanting i'm back
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2013
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