Ag(r)ape Vine
et al
rock
fungus
moth
feathers
Choruses of 'get up and get going' echo
through the hallways of my head
trying to find the door
that I've ducked in to
'Where can she be?'
they whisper to one another
never dropping a note
never losing the beat
GET UP
AND GET GOING
The pulse, the steady punctuation
matches my rhythms
I wear them, accept them
like a cloak of friends
persistent in their goodwill
GET UP
AND GET GOING
Moving in their melody
I take stock
dividing dreams
move from tasks that need a finish
to those that need a new beginning
doors open, doors close
as I
GET UP
AND GET GOING
back arched, legs strong
soaking in the sunlight of her morning
Taking energy from the earth,
the seasons;
anticipating the gifts in life,
to come.
In the beginning
