I love shelley

I love Shelley because:

She frames bridges against gray skies.
cuts careful paths with words
leaps off the paved road
runs bare assed through the woods
and that's what you do
when you care about
the nature of things.

she writes like oils to canvas
paints who she is, who we all are
human--did you forget?
she is as honest with us
as we are
and more.

she holds on so tight
white knuckled grip
protecting
my heart, his, yours, hers.
she has been holding
on for all of us.

Release.
We can carry the load
for a while
until the bridges call
say clouds are waiting.

They sit nudged against
fine lines of silver and black
waiting for you
to bring them to us.