Photography: Dasha Riley
Just when you think, why?
images are inverted
deep in womb,
there’s a melody
of wind
on the brink
of swirled chemistry
somewhere in-between
Just when you think,
nothing can be birthed,
sparrows emit
from unseen holy
and woodpeckers
on the crook
of the left tree
tap to the timber
of a hollow drumbeat
fully echoing, a discerning…
follow, follow, follow
Just when you think,
the center of quiet, can’t,
you see the periphery of your soul,
a convalescing of you
the exquisite messages
symbiotic to your dreams
and hear yourself
become heartbeat
with breath of earth,
trees robe your pulse
beneath and above the arteries
of your sandstone, star-birthed skies
And you stop.
just to see the feel
the pure of here
of what you already know…
follow, follow, follow
your heart.
Carolyn Riker | Photography: Dasha Riley
Magic of Stardust and Words 