May 25, 2015
By Kathleen Kraft
Limbs I create, leaves—
I breathe, lifting, leaving the cement behind
for this temple of twisters, our mats of grass—
knobby natures—hips, spines, arms
becoming, reaching for light—
reaching an infinite practice.
We are of the same glad soil here—
parents to selves
at peace and at warrior
reversed and humbled—
I taste my thoughts, from nowhere they fall
like a summer shower, steaming,
then gone, suddenly dry.
Leaves wave from my limbs
lush with life before me.
Kathleen Kraft is a poet, freelance writer, and yoga teacher living in Jersey City who just published Fairview Road.
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