If I had to chooseBetween gold coinsOr a brittle shamrockFlat and driedBetween the pages of a bookStained with saltwaterShed tears and rogue wavesPressed by luckAnd pride of Celtic nameI’d choose that shamrockGently picked byGreat-Grandmother’s handsA link between usA link between lands
If we had a bird’s eye view Would we ever leave our nests To walk amongst the chaos When we could fly above the mess
A call to spring A call to better things Where newness blooms From dust and gloom Taking root To grow eternal
It unraveled all at once Picked up by the wind Soon it’d be impossible To ever reel it in It had a taste of freedom Up there in the sky It danced with the clouds It now knew how to fly
A little more color Seeps into the dark Orange and pink Swirling ribbon marks Stretch across the sky Between day and night Between sun and moon Glorious last light For but a moment Holding off the night
How would we measure time Without the hands of a clock? We’d watch the sunrise Rise high in the sky We’d watch the sun dip Dip into the night We’d see the stars twinkle Twinkle seconds away Around the full moon Moon on full display We’d feel eyes grow heavy Heavy with sleep We’d see… Read More Secrets of Time
She caught herself staring At a desolate tree Peeling bark and leafless branches Reaching Into the cold Crystal blue sky Where puffy clouds floated Aloofly by Unaware of its reach For something Nothing Anything at all She caught herself staring At a cardinal Just starting to sing And found a lifeline Between Fall and spring
Infused with wisdom Organic and pure The waters run through Sediment and sand The air fills our lungs Where the mountains stand For centuries Broken by clenched fists Caressed by gentle hands Destroyers or defenders Of this ancient land
We type on the keyboard And words come out But lost in translation Is a whisper, a shout We can’t hear tone Behind a digital screen Which leaves us guessing “Is that what they mean?” Sometimes we’re right Sometimes we’re wrong Sometimes we’re as confused As the day is long Still, we hope our intentions… Read More Lost in Translation
Jessica M. Collette 
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