not all who wander are lost

not all who wander are lost

Sunday, March 21, 2010

for J

yours are the first vernal moments
and as the season, so do you
with ease
and so beautifully

your hands, your hands
but more than that

those stars, your eyes
sparkling (light by which we, your tribe, find our way home)
where veils otherwise hide
the direct and simple path

understanding, even in the early hours
the unadorned essence of the intricate web

even such perfection
has its beginning and its end
she says
knowing just how it is that she will weave the next miracle


della said...

A wonderful tribute to J. She is quite the woman.

Eva Schoon said...

She is home weaving a miracle today!