new poem

Laity Lodge

There is something about this place.

We become like
one living organism.

Breathing in and out,
gathering close,
leaning toward

our common one-ness,
our made new-ness.

Grasping to lay hold of it.
Clawing out of the pit of isolation.

There is something about
the pockmarked moon rock,
the ancient limestone that is newborn,
yet grooved and layered like hardened lava.

You are baptized in the river
under the stars

Open up all the windows
and breathe
the air of potential.

Climb down the canyon
out of reach of phones
pets and children

Climb down the canyon
to the river,
to be transformed.