at rest   a body
    silences & composes
        around common themes

thread wrapped   wound
    finely bound to the earth
        we lean upon pines & pears

& dreams   somewhere in there
    mind takes off & soars
        & weans us from this world

only to settle in    like flocks of
    migratory birds   come back
        to exactly the same spot

mind & body    at rest
    mingle    repose    self
        alight & hold

     

Copyright 2008 by James Downs