It is as if
everything
I ever did
was for now…
For these
snow covered mountain
mornings
in California
beneath massive oaks
where I step into
my past from my future…
Where my heart beats
so loud,
it echoes down
long corridors
and around red,
wine soaked barrels
catching my tears
even as my laughter
dances
through massive stone
walls of denial
and hurts,
wounds long festering,
waiting for the question
that arrives out of no where
so that broken hearts can mend,
or become bigger in the breaking,
and the Fisher King can heal
and fly again
and the rivers run pure
as green grass hills flourish
and the wine flows and flows
until all cups runneth over
and over
again and again,
splashing into winter rain puddles,
reflections of a dream lost
then found
in this miracle of stepping
into life.

Lea Goode-Harris
February 18, 2006