What needs no words

 

I need no guru

to teach me the wind,

the language of birdsong and falling leaves.

I need no coach to read the clouds,

the undulating skeins of geese and cranes

and follow with longing eyes their airy path.

The river runs,

tides ebb and flow,

moon, sun rise and set,

mothers curl

about their young in feathered curves,

the soft embrace of fur,

the tenderest arc of an arm.

Love is,

life is—

what else is there to know?

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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