Salvation keeps calling my name.
Never lets me stray too far
–not running a lonely track,
turning this way or that,
there is always the breath of her
panting at my back.
This dark womb in which I sometimes hide,
lose myself, sleep for a while,
the eyes of her always watching me,
“Sleep my girl, but not for long—
I know where you are.”
There is a fundamental understanding that has come to me
under every far-flung tree or rock I’ve fallen upon,
I am not lost,
only found and
© 2013 ~ S. Wolfington