copyright 2013 - Bela Johnson

copyright 2013 – Bela Johnson

 

Like clouds of breath rising

from a steaming tub

or the formless spines of cumulus;

Untethered thoughts wander,

free of their mooring

in the harbor of the heart.

 

Vexation arises –

too much elemental air.

We need earth to  grow:

tunnels of wriggling

worms ingesting loam,

casting off their compost skins –

giving rise to a soulful forest of green.

 

coypright 2013 - Bela Johnson

coypright 2013 – Bela Johnson