Connection (Mini-Renga composed with Jaklyn Maroney)

Stuck in what you say

Contracting lungs full of sound

Wish it were, just air

That comes across as too hot.

But the message is poignant –

“One of dear import,”

As Friar Lawrence once said.

The words leave your lips:

Who are you to judge me now?

This pilgrimage is for us

A spirit journey

Where we search for connection.

With Nature we are

Objective or subjective –

It lies within and without.

We connect through love,

A bridge we built together.

You see it in me.

We are forever being

Caught up in a whirlwind tide.

This love is in me,

This love is all around us.

Tell me you are here,

Tell me that you can hear me,

Tell me that you can feel me.