Delineations
Mark the marks that measure
The loon’s neck, the jay’s back,
The rills in the riverbed,
The ridges on the bark.
Touch the tendrils twisting,
The lace-like iciness,
The shadow swept within
The cavern’s dimpled dark.
Sense these differentiations,
These delineations, denotations.
Each separating and joining
Joins, yet separates each mark.
Severe edges give us hope,
Inspire us to imagine changes.
Dawn breaks out of night, again,
Guiding us toward salvation’s ark.
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Thanks for the thought provoking observation.
Continued success-
Barbara J. Henry
Ron