Take me here, who once was there
no begging or burning, just bliss
Cooly touching skin, each hair alive, enthroned upon the next
the leaping stars in my eyes focus all-at-once on everything
The carpet of red (that fabled entry)
Somehow, another morning
Dare I blink? The day so delicate
framed in momentary stillness
there is only where-to-go
No where-of-before nor whereof beyond
The mourning doves sing counterpoint to all there is
This hour, made of mist & wonder
each flower a star unique in potential
how to describe color laid upon light?
that 3D standout of beauty made tangible
on the thread of beginnings
a bead to the wear – first light of the day…
The tree spirals into the sky, hungry to touch
limitlessness; be-stilled by air & certain light
Solid in its earth yet momentous in potential
where growth unhindered trembles.
Carol Borsello – 1/19/25
Riding the Light 
Beautiful words, lovely plants (:
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