these days

are meant

for grounding


let me

open up

my willow arms

and sink

my roots

deep into

 the earth;

at a time

when the world

can’t stop moving,

the ground is still

and I think of you


pairing off

into two colored lines,

one yellow, one red,

from the blood we’ve shed

after years of chasing

each other


now, we are here


here, we sink

into soil

and sprout

like flowers do


pick me

from the ground

and place me

in your hair,

why don’t you care


tell me

you love me

through the wind

and you’ll never

have to tell me




my daffodil

and me,

your rose,


in this messy,



December 14, 2015


10 thoughts on “grounded

  1. Sublime and healing, RJ. I felt myself slowing down, remembering the roots set in stillness that abide through every storm, and always pull from the ground of our being to inspire new growth, and colorful flowers. Thank you…


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