The Low Places

When I feel I know nothing
When I feel both
Nothing and Everything
I go down
To the lowest parts of myself
I go down
To the lowest part of the river

They say that peace stirs
Most gracefully here

Where I can hear
My own heartbeat
And every note
That cicadas sing
With such polished clarity
That the confusing haze
Of my own life
Melts into sweet amber honey
That drips off tree branches
And meets river water
Like a gift from the gods

Feet planted firmly amidst
Glossy river stones
Stood amidst the quiet hum of life
Deep in the low parts of Everything
I see the sky watching over me
Feel a hand gently holding mine
And everything that stirs in my chest

​Watch leaves swim towards
Then away from me
And with them
My need to know
What happens next...