softness – May 20


fingers of sunlight mark brown

waters with limb shadows

against the sky.


sitting on the bank, a small

boy with fishing bobber



my images as if Huck and

Tom left me there when I

wasn’t looking.


breezes flow, eyes close, and

Irish monks reappear on



where they sat to sense God’s

air and life without the world



softness as challenging now

as then waits upon the




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