Unexpected
Though too old to
Crawl rocks
Avoid briers
Limbo rotting trees,
Call of mountain water
Overcomes.
Come! It calls
See where I flow
Over where all
Living water must go!
To the green valley,
The beauty below.
I follow
Until it falls frolicking.
New perspective
Bows me to the wind
Teaches me to breathe
On the moss, in the spray.
Like the pine and laurel
I cling to the Rock.
Olivia Oster is a writer living on Lookout Mountain, GA, whose writing is about common everyday life as well as chronic pain, parenting, gardening, cooking, and homemaking. Olivia’s poetry has been accepted in The Reformed Journal, Spirit Fire Review, and others. She has a grammar book and a poetry chapbook called Poetic Faith. Olivia is a teacher, wife, and mother of five.
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