She was looking for herself
the fields down to the wharf went on for kilometers
The deep hollow hills of ankle high grass
She ran through that grass out running me
She reached the pools
Sacred broad sunlit pools
Where the divine people were set to bathe
And their children to experience joy
Her life was pools and meadows
I pleaded that God give her everything
As she was tragically busy giving to others
very few who reciprocated
People I was too childish to forgive
when she approached life with open hands
she was those sweet meadows
She was those pools of blessing
Nothing cut her or robbed her
The sky reached her and assured her
Under a ton of pain she hadn't deserved
That she was working through
Like a gulag survivor
Using her remaining energy to change the seasons
From winter to spring everyday
naturally with a smile and a knowing
So much beyond anything I could become
I was just the observer
She was the meadows and the pools
i was lost in numbers and theories
She sought the tangible experience
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