Rocking

A contemplative poem I wrote yesterday while rocking and immersing in Spring. Interesting how much the idea of dying comes up in my writing during this COVID world health crisis as I worry about family members, friends, and myself. It’s the daily news of our mortality surely that weeds my thinking. To nature, it is merely the cycle of life. Nature does not mourn.

Rocking

Rocking Chair
Rocking
soothing motion
moves the belly
the windows are open
sun hatched flies
search for a way out
nature is always reclaiming
making dust and soil
making, growing, dying
never static
rocking
soothing motion
the windows are open
the out comes in
and the in flows out
even stone walls pipette the mist,
want for mold,
want to be reclaimed
born of frost
to return to the land
rocking
soothing motion
the windows are open
the owl echoes
through the bare forest
the sap is rising
dripping from the forester’s fresh kill
the saplings lean in
to fill the space
making, growing, dying
never static
rocking
moves the belly
the windows are open
nature is slowing reclaiming me too.

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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