Integrity

dampness follows the sun,
like a dead beat at a party--trying
to prove he is right and you are
worse than wrong--your thoughts
have no bearing in the world
of righteousness; good,
you say--and sway--

go slither out the door
go bouncing down the rocky path
with more joy than words can sputter
a bubble of clarity dodging the cutting
of a terse wind--getting away

and rising over the moss covered roof
beyond the purple feminine hillock
straight to the place where
your wash is left out to dry

upon the narrow strong low branches
of the pine tree--sunflower shells left
mixed randomly with pine needles
of varying levels of age--some resinous green, &
others brown crumbling to the touch

all meeting at the base of the tree--
for harmony happens without a plan
no need to ready your self--slow down
the peace you seek is just

doing what you do with no intention
but this: to follow heart's true happiness
sometimes beneath trees, other times
swinging arms around the few friends
who know you completely

without judgement
love you
no matter
what you say
it's written that way

no dodging the truth
when it softly touches
your cheeks and mouth
smiling upwards & onwards
both beyond and within
your small comforts

courting the highest:
forever is now--now
is forever's prayer
blessing all that it touches
obliterating all that does scare

Kate Lamberg

saturday afternoon on shore rd. setauket. photo by Kate Lamberg~

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