where would we be

where would we be
without the fading tatters
of a life spent relaxed
with one heart open

who would we be
without  the leaning in to cup
the freely flowing waters of anagada springs
pumping joy without exhibiting one blessed thing

it's the feelings that trump,
the thoughts that split
in a second of infinite wondering--
wanting to be what we have been ushered into

the world for a slowly rising poppy,
perforated at the center
of all light reaching
deep within the watercolor
washing wistful through  tubular bells

red foxes on the loose- let love rest
where the leaves spill in figured eights
collected by the cool rounded boulders
forming a circular pool of pensive
sitting along the banks of stillness

a random swaying of torso
indicating nothing but pure flow

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14