Poetry – Page 2 – Little Acts of Love

Natural Awe

Gliding through shimmering mirrors

Passing reeds standing sentry.

Even slow speeds cause ripples,

But oh! What ripples!

Calm grace sliding by

Orange beak, white feathers

Flat against the back;

This life sings its own song,

If I let it.

Red velvet loosely covers my sins.

Loving is powerful,

Trapping and freeing.

Singing it sends me home.

I feel it rising,

“Seriously,” said Sandra, “if you feed it, it will grow.”

“What shall I feed it?” Said I. I didn’t quite believe her yet.

“You’re the only one who can answer that,” she smiled and a tiny dimple stroked her cheek briefly.

“But I don’t know the answer!” I felt hot and the words left me quickly. She smiled again. I shook my head, then stared at her. Silence.

Then, “what?” She laughed.