Going deep

Hanging suspended

waiting in the still of day

reaching down to burrow

life-sustaining nourishment

much-needed on these times.

Do not touch for harm may come

a thousand roots run down to meet

the surface of the earth

hanging like vines that know

which is the right path to travel.

I stare at the twists and turns

attempting to make sense at times,

then remembering the simple truth

of just going with that flow

and trying to keep a light heart

when the darkness finds a space

like a root driving in deep and plumbing

the goodness that hides within.

Eyes close and breathe in the storm

sitting on the cusp of finding and striking

as clouds gather and the chimes toll,

we give thanks for the gift of water

and pray to survive this element

once more.