The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)
today as I crossed the threshold
to the other world
the veil was pierced and I felt alive
the snow had been piling up for days
and even if I could go nowhere
I felt my feet really had a place to go
and when I arrived in the uncrowded market square
I glanced across to the wide expanse of trampled snow
and in it were a hundred-thousand footprints
of those I used to pass
but didn't know
in that moment I felt I knew them
as I bounded across the street
deer-footed-fleet
to snowy knoll
I can't say exactly why
but felt compelled to follow my feelings
of joy expanding in my chest
as I approached the fields of snow
the prints
had such significance
it meant to me that there were still
so many still left alive
and they'd played here
my booted feet were skipping
and then I squealed out loud
as my boots joined the other little
deer-hoof mark
and I was dancing with the other deer-people
who'd muddied the drifted snows
throughout our public park
My arms reached for the sun
as she caught me in her glow
I have never been so happy
dapples of deer-human feet
within the dirtied snow.
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AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS ANS ALSO FOR THIS
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OF THOUGHT AND EMOTION.
