Barely alive

living beauty

that day you ran

and the sun hugged

your shoulders and

laughed and the sweet

grass tickled your

toes and the dog

licked your face and

you lay down, down

in green blue gold

bursting, bursting

loose all binds.

No, no you are

not far away,

away from here,

not tied down, down

to any thing.

—jennifer j. camp