The landing

For the close ones
swimming through these days with me

the safest shore -
I reach for it when seas
would gutter ground 
beneath me

taking detour
from these days
of steering
frantic lines of a to b

toward friendship simple
as a burnished ring
balanced in it`s curvature

and brilliant white -
sunlight`s stream
through leafy glade

no end and no beginning

how the glittered water 
speaks of depths
we neither 
could imagine

but oh the shore -
the landing

sings to me
in language simple
as the lap of wave, easy
as the beat of wing

sings to me
the song of everything

written by Kathryn Ross                                 December 2014


Copyright Kathryn Ross 2014