Muddy beginnings
In the sun I pick twigs buried in the mud of a hundred days’ rain
They rest as minute dams across the torrent’s path.
As I lift each branch the brown earth
Glistens, grips and pulls and sucks
As though a magnet against my hand
Holding to the moment and yet knowing that the next rain will sweep it away
To a new stay, a new twig.
Stones seem indifferent and turn their backs to their fellow travellers’ plight
Bigger rains might come but they may still hold firm
Awaiting greater force and greater might.
As we pick up the pieces of our history
Fresh waters come and clear away the silt
Moving thoughts and feelings to new terrain
Yet unknown and therefore primed with fears
But the challenge is to wait for the new waters
That will sweep our bones to other havens of love and joy
With a swinging arc I lift the branches and hurl them into a sun-filled sky.
And a new beginning.
Horokiwi28 October 2013 ModifiedDunedin, 31 October 2019