I am glad for
Your clay-smooth walls,
That square corners make solid
Grounds for your love.
I am touched to
Stand here in your village,
Where the fine tree line shades
A pale park.
I am weighed for
The stands of three nests now,
And one head and one heart
And four fingers.
I am wading
Hip-deep in this tide now;
There are truths
Where my fingers can find them.
I am leaving
This yellow-sky city,
And by now you should know
What for.
{inspired by the above} painting by the lovely Emily McPhie
