As I acknowledged to my friend Michael –
who lost his wife last January –
loneliness sucks
joy from our spirit
like too many high-noons
of hot sunlight
from the soil.
I, too, am bereft.
My aura’s scar of sad rejection fading –
a fractured star at dawn mending – yet
still eccentrically capable of aching
simply
to remind me
it’s there within bluer skies.
Two planets orbiting in tilted sync
we interconnect– a Venn diagram
of mutually assured reconstruction.
Atomic arcs de triomphe
leaping over hills we hike,
over waves we sail.
The archangel he’s named for
and my patron St. Joan the warrior
leading the way. Reminding us
we are not alone.
Betrothed
like pearls to string
theorizing
within a universal ring,
we got this.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2022
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
A poet. A seeker of Light. A lover of Mother Earth in all Her manifestations...especially trees. Trees sing, did you know this?
"My religion is kindness." Dalai Lama
"In the end, we're just walking each other home." Leonard Cohen
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