Saturday, August 30, 2014

On Life, Living, Leaving.


isn't easy being the strong one; 
sailing the others along rivers, to
ocean currents, under depths 
of all the earth;  to let them 

fly jet streams above clouds, 
beneath sun and moon;  isn't
easy listening to memory in 
voices on long long afternoons, 

begging earth one more day. 
a windmill knows the water is
deep and waiting to quench: 
the cedar elm is thirsty. 

Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

1 comment:

  1. oh I like this one
    It ain't easy is an understatement