All natural

an openly gashed
hollowness, as within you,
lives in nature too

You just wait

Time, all in good time,
shows bubbling beauty beneath
youth floweriness

never a weakness—
single, silent, stroke of strength
still makes a ripple

As child starved all night
tugging at its mother’s heart
laps, laps, lake water

a depth of fresh air
from soul to the sky above
steals away the blues