the resolve to begin within- to be read in a natural swing

she could not stand to leave
the door closed any more; so she
walked out in the dazzling light--
dressed lightly in leaves and acorns,
stepped into the bone-chilling stream,
and with wide open eagle wings, spoke
her dream in an unfettered scream of
pure delight-- as cardinals, bluebirds
gulls, bunnies, squirrels, and pigeons
witnessed her changing patterns, cut
out of the depths of her yearning:
in calder colors, and the shapes
of the paramecium-- no longer
startled by her own quick
changing artistry--but,
like a random stone, falling
into the non-stop fluid stream
becoming apart of all that moves,
grooves, allows the light to sparkle
her self, inside out- in sacred time---
the resolve to begin
within this spring
of infinite
flowering

words/photo kate lamberg (c) '14