Saturday, August 10, 2013

So now Im city bound
All so far away from my beloved birds, mountains and rivers
Not one day since we came together have I looked at another

Not one night have I moved where
Your curves so warm gather
Feel you silence out over the waves
Of life reaching reaching reaching
Into the roots of the trees
Deep into boughs of the trees

As high as a thousand tamberians  can sound up over the hills
The quickening flow of skirts cooling
The faces of old men
Old men cooling the loins of young women
Young women making bread for old women
Old women milking cows for the babies of the world

One night on the road a few hours out from Folly Mountain sitting in the quiet of the night.Caithleen Carter Steeves