a smattering of things
Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
every morning i
touch nature —
quite literally embrace
the fuzzy trunk
of a redwood
tilt my head up
say good morning to my
little patch of sky
the small oval
between branches where
the blue sky or clouds
remind me
they can’t take the sky from you
i bring an offering
to thank the earth
the trees and grass
the rocks, rooks, and creatures
for sustenance and hope
for allowing me to reintegrate
into that from which i was born
if this is the last poem i ever write, let it be
the final exhale of a life well-lived
abundant with love and laughter
long walks among the wildflowers
my toes in wet sand, damp earth
your hand in mind
your smile calling mine outside
to play as the sun goes to sleep
in its dusky peach bed
let it be a treatise on how sweet
the silence can be when you let it
breathe its natural breath
and how brightly
a heart can shine in the sunlight
of love
loose threads 