Near the beaver pond
in this high mountain valley
a dappled yellow wildflower
summons the wind
encouraging her friends
to dance. 

       -- Kirk Merlin

Last week I went to a writing workshop and this came out when I was prompted to begin with “I love my body when…”


I love my body when
it is entangled with yours

elevated

as if I had worked out
this morning, too.

— Kirk Merlin