Flow, deeply reaching
depth to depth
and beyond we flow.
We trail and tear tears of rivulets and
rivers deep beyond the best of now
and the most grievous of what is to come.
Flow, feel, fret the ache across miles
of all that shakes us human, reaching high,
sinking low and lowly down to all,
all we have been and will be.
We grow and wind a path past the hurt,
and on to the next hurt, the next shadow ‘til
the sun shines and scatters our darkness in light’s warmth.
Until the next run,
the next tear,
the next hurt –
we bear our lives
into the sun.
jruthkelly © 2009