The golden tendrils
Thread from the Divine
They come in the shape, curve, stature
Of tiny leaves falling falling falling.
I drive north
Past the Dairy Queen
And the boarded up restaurants
And the no trespassing signs
And the icy creek
And the curving winds
And the silence.
I see you
Louder
Than a thunderclap
I hear you
Wider and brighter than the sun
I feel you
And you taste like frankincense
I am in awe of you
One glance into your universe
And everything changes
Then you give me a wink
That says,
“Why not?”
© 2022, Nikki Lyn Pugh
Image by: Public Doman Pictures
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