Found. One love.
Not bound. Just found.
pic and poem by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0
Found. One love.
Not bound. Just found.
pic and poem by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0
So you are the hunter
and I am the gatherer
and you are the gardener
and I am the traveller
and I am the dancer,
and you are the dance.
And I am the dreamer
and you are the harbour
and you are the future
and I am the farmer
and you are the juggler,
and I am the clown.
I see you—I know you,
I love you—I see—
that you are the builder
and I am the weaver
and you are the mover
and I am the mender
and you are the mountain,
and I am the cloud.
And you are the lover
and I am the lover
and we are a twosome,
and you are the one.
poem by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0, photo by Ashley Rehnblom cc by 2.0
your listening is for me
a gift, a lift — at last,
the fourteenth floor
photo by Simon Law cc by-sa 2.0: “an old strip mall about to be torn down”
haiku by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0
At dusk I want to be
with you, and stay.
I love it when you ask
about my day.
pic & poem rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0