From forgiveness to love
I stumble
with pebble under my shoe,
crack in the walk,
or a tumbling back from intellect to body.
From forgiveness to love
I follow the brook, meander
meandering
and discover all I’d not known,
the looking back from once hidden eyes,
a wet stick volunteered by the branch,
an amazement at how
slowing down only opens,
pointing first at the closures
and who’s really there.
We are not as we seem
and the assumptions thrown at us
we’d desperately like to correct
to be loved and forgiven
in the minds of another
is a long way from where we first
must return,
swimming from forgiveness to love
in the watery brook of ourselves.