Out Comes a Jungle
For Hana Lukac
Touch my side and out comes a jungle*
My crown a temple of trees
Lifting my heart of light,
I gaze through oceans
Coaxing navel fires
I point my mountains
to stretch the sky,
to feed my streams
Melt nose into knees
to fold the universe and
Rejoice! for we are shining,
iIlluminating our hills
Relax for there can be no shadows
when we are the moon,
a lapping shore of pearls
*First line and title used with permission from Care of the Soul by Thomas Moore
Liz Craig is a professional pianist and music teacher in Toronto, ON, Canada. She’s been writing poetry since her teen years and finds that just the right combination of words can help her revisit a delicious memory. She is also an avid reader, a practicing yogi, vegan, singer, mentor to women in the arts, partner, step mom, cat lady and world traveler. She has been published in the Manitoban, Young Ravens Literary Review & Rat’s Ass Review. Read her collection of published poems here: www.lizcraig.ca/poems
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