Friday, January 23, 2009

Possible

Death, impossible without life.


Movement fills life's fragrance with joy and laughter,
running child-like through streams and over mountains,
meeting the thrill of the wind
with exuberance and delight.
Birth.


There are triumphs, there are defeats.
There is love, and there is love lost. Pain.
Small steps. Big ones. Leaps. Running. Falling. Starting over.
Becoming.


Movement slows as the lake becomes still and overwhelmed.
Green film, preventing sunlight and
the company of fishermen.
Ignored.


Stop. Wait. Replay. Again. Silence.
Find. Let go. Remember.
Love.


Life, impossible without death.

2 comments:

Mary Trollinger said...

This made me cry. Did you write that?

Rob Kinzel said...

Yeah, in a moment of reconnecting with those who are hurting.