Love Birds — Photo-artistry by kenne
Life Is a Poem
Life is a poem, not written in lines,
but walked in winds, in roots, in signs—
in acts that echo canyon walls,
in leaps, in loss, in sudden calls.
Not crafted solely out of speech,
but in the places words can’t reach—
the morning’s hush, the falling rain,
the joy that rises after pain.
I move through days like verse unfolds,
not always neat, not always told.
Yet something vast moves deep within—
a rhythm wide as where I’ve been.
And so I walk, and so I try,
to live in tune with earth and sky—
each breath, each step, a sacred part
of that great poem beyond the heart.
