Zoar II

Is there anything simple
about this water,
veiling the canyon face
to softness?

There is a reason
this old-growth forest
stands, uncut,
though we deceive ourselves
with gentle currents
sliding to rapids
and shifting depths
without warning.

Here, night happens hours
before sunset, the dark
sudden as cliffs
masked by treelines
showing themselves only
when stepped beyond.

There is no line
drawn in the dirt for feet to cross over.
It is all a dare, and home
is farther than you think.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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13 Responses to Zoar II

  1. oh how I love the journeys you pull me through

  2. Alice Keys says:

    “It is all a dare, and home is farther than you think” Plunck. Right on target. ((wet eyes)). Thanks. Alice

  3. nelle says:

    I always loved exploring with word such spaces, surreal, real, combinations thereof… much enjoyed.

  4. O, dis one na PA MI NKU! (yorubia – ask Boomie) Kill-me-die in Pidgin and Killing me softly in Standard American English. Love it. Every line talks, sings and some even caress the imagination. Thank God for voices like yours that enable us to travel to places and see things with the eyes of our aroused minds!

    • Noel, thanks! Also, if you don’t write something about seeing things with the eyes of the aroused mind, then I will. That line resonates and evokes so much.

  5. the fact that there are no limits or fences or lines except for the sunlight splitting the earth with tree shadows !

  6. thank you humbly my brother ~ U are all the kind of awards I need to feel rewarded ~ I love you forever ! Debbie xo

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