Kindred

Then I shuttered my eyes to the mundane

and saw living blue flame

rising inside me, then

seeping out through my fingertips.

Then I stripped naked

the curtains from my ears

and heard the flame

calling out to a kindred soul

in the heart of a tiny salamander.

    Our eyes caught and we knew this truth:

What people don’t see or hear

is so much bigger than what 

they caught.

 J. Pratt-Walter, © 2020

flow

your smile is a living candle

and I the moth rejoicing


your heart

bears a trusting gravity

and I the apple unresisting

fall


your soul opens into

an intelligent sea and I am

the boat in thrall sailing to our days

as they must flow
on


J. Pratt-Walter, (c) 2019