Saturday, May 2, 2015

Poem: "The Net" by Andrew Rudd

From my scattering
I am gathered in.

From my grasping I have let go.

From my anxiety
I am held.

secure
as a swaddled child.

What I hold
holds me.
What I touch
touches me.
What I love
loves me.

Captured, enmeshed,
I am free.