In my deepest January,
I placed my feet carefully
on the forest path,
to protect my well-being
as the craziness swirled
around us.
I sat on a rock wall
and watched the waves
rolling in, rolling in,
reminding me that
some things are eternal.
In my deepest January,
I tried to learn how to live
without you. It feels
impossible.
I need to learn
how to hold on to balance,
how to hold on to balance,
while witnessing things
I never dreamed I would see
on my TV screen,
knowing that only the trees,
the ocean, and the wild ones
can protect my peacefulness.
In my deepest January, I turn
even more devotedly, gratefully,
vulnerably, to the wild.
Strange to call it wild,
when humans are the ones
who pose the danger.
For my prompt at What's Going On - In Your/My Deepest January
Strange to call it wild... so true.. only nature and poetry can help us keep our balance in an imploding world...
ReplyDelete"only the trees,
ReplyDeletethe ocean, and the wild ones
can protect my peacefulness"
I want to sit on that wall with you and watch the waves! A beautiful poem, capturing both sides of the wild world.
"In my deepest January,
ReplyDeleteI tried to learn how to live
without you. It feels
impossible."
Oh Sherry! How did you read my mind? It was a January for me too.
A satisfying way to spend you deepest January, Sherry in a forest and by the sea. We all need the occasional reminder that some things are eternal. These words resonate:
ReplyDelete‘Strange to call it wild,
when humans are the ones
who pose the danger.’
I always find that the natural world restores and calms me. I feel God there, whatever God may be.
ReplyDeleteOh my friend, I resonate with your words. I too find comfort in nature and relate to the heavy loss. I think nature brings us a place of solace.
ReplyDeleteIn my deepest January, I turn
even more devotedly, gratefully,
vulnerably, to the wild.
What a stellar last verse - I am glad you have the comfort of the wild in nature- Jae
ReplyDeleteIn the wild is sometimes the most peaceful place to be. A forest path...a place to watch the waves...sigh...delightful.
ReplyDeleteIt is in the wild I find peace, find healing, find hope. Humans are more vicious than a hungry bear. Beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautifully contemplative piece, Sherry. The imagery of the waves and trees as protectors of peace feels deeply resonant- especially when the world, both personal and collective, feels unsteady. There is indeed solace in nature's constancy.
ReplyDelete