lenten offerings

space

a thin space, here
between body and spirit
and, feeding both, just
know you are remembered
by the soft spring earth
and by my every
footfall


water

is it the water in me that
calls out to the ocean?
makes for thirsty rhythms
and desire to be swallowed
by something bigger than
myself

salt

it is both nothing and
everything
that makes my eyes leak,
for all that matters and
yet doesn't but mostly
for the places in
between

air

breathing out you set us
in motion
breathing in to dwell
here
exhaled to take our place
inhaled air becoming
breath

--paintings and poems
3.7.16 ls