Look here.
The clouds behind and the sky before
do not reveal your secret shame.
Wherever it is, it is not here.
Your precious, diligent mind
has fulfilled its custody agreement.
Now your skin can taste serenity
and your hair will breathe glory.
Here, in the rich earth
you can begin to grow
the fronds of
your own story.
If you are still enough,
you will see
this place does not know
the landscape of regret.
© 2010 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved.
