Red Flannel Shirt
Waking up, alive.
In your red flannel shirt
I venture into the forest
Where the goddess trees whisper root questions.
Who, Where, What, When, Why, How?
Who am I?
In your red flannel shirt
With a fine rain falling from a cloudless sky
A one winged bird,
A mourning dove in ragweed and wild grass.
Where am I?
In your red flannel shirt
Pulled tight and knotted tighter
Than our last embrace
Like Earth and Sun
In perihelion.
What am I?
In your red flannel shirt
Drawing strength from softness
Courage from broken buttons
Taking the end in the beginning
No matter what occurs.
When am I?
In your red flannel shirt
Waking up, alive
Hungry for time,
More time...
Space spreading liked spilled wine
As I surrender to the effect now
Of the cause still in the future.
Why am I?
In your red flannel shirt
Running barefoot across star moss
Past oak sentinels and tangled vines
To the goddess grove
With rooted answers.
How does such comfort arise?
From a red flannel shirt
and love,
I think.
About the Creator
Wendy Musk
Creative curriculum designer/ Director, Shakespeare Repertory/ Author:"Writing By Heart"; "Word Market"; "Global Game". Flutist/ recording artist. Forever student, word lover.
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