walking at dawn

walking, just a few long breaths
before sunrise--dampness felt
as cloying needy fingers
dark dampened branches

holding the morning dew-
as child clutches for more
teddy bear time, more cocoa
all before me--molding my steps

as light begins to creep- touching
the fringes of tattered jeans
hardly making a dent into
the core of my heart

the fine sweep of sunlight
seemingly whisking away
the dark dampness of lonely
separateness--my steps become

slower still...recognizing why
we do this every day--if not
to celebrate.. all of us as one
then what's the purpose

we are all too careful
with our words
we need sometimes
to let them fly unrehearsed

let our soul dance develop
into a great massive ballet
for we all have come to dance
on the path of truth--the lies

keep it all underground-
feet stuck on root vegetables:
those rutabagas and beets
hanging out for centuries

time to wiggle swim up the roots
and watch the shining sparkle
of a new day take hold
squinting in the cognizance

no longer i and you,
but simply us-
in both tender struggle,
and illumined joy

~ words and photo by kate lamberg..(c) '13