HEIMWEH

Like a weary traveler gone too long

I am so homesick for your warm broad chest

and gentle grey-blue eyes

I want to look up and stand again on tiptoe

for your enfolding arms

though I am not your child

but dearest love

You are my country now

Your essence the homeland

imprinted in my very cells

The timbre of your voice my anthem

Your scent the only one remembered

to wake my deepest heart’s desire

© Sandra Wade

January 6, 2008

HOPE

Hope rose bursting up out of the earth

as a horse that lifts its head

snorting from the great velvet nostrils

submerged to take long draughts -

the muzzle streaming now with water

lifted up to air and light

© Sandra Wade

March 6, 2008

BIRDS

What bird is that

with sharp one-note chirp

like the fading battery

of a smoke alarm?!

© Sandra Wade

March 14,  2007

PRAYER ON THE RUN

Prayer on the run

does not need an altar

just the mind-held visuals

and going down to the knees

      of heart-reverence

It needs a brief raising

of the eyes to higher wisdom

(through Ajna and Sahasrara)

and “Thank you!” and “I celebrate!”

(albeit I’m confused or do not understand

      the obstacles I think are real)

as a runner sees fulfillment,

holds it in the mind as magnet

leaps in exultation

not to win the race but

to embrace the gain, the glory

     in hir soul-expansion

© Sandra Wade, February 5, 2008