For Kate, of Suppertime Sonnets fame.
frequently without regard
for consequences or outcomes
Yet how often are mountains moved
seas parted
hearts and minds opened
by gentle footfalls of the thoughtful?
While rain fills holes roughly made
in soil ravaged by the careless
Tears fill footprints left behind
where one has touched us
deeply in passing
Dams burst, creating floods
of Biblical proportions
after the silent departure
of those who danced in our heart
Though it may come to pass
that thoughtless wounds
to Gaia’s body
will heal and fade
Footprints left by gentle giants
are not so easily filled
indelible markers of fertile ground
seeded by vast minds,
watered by genuine tears
Who is to say what will grow -
magic beans? golden geese?
What is sown by the mighty
with kindness and generosity
tended with unconditional love
can only bring forth beauty
for which words are truly inadequate.
Kate lost a dear friend this week whom she had never had an opportunity to meet. After hearing from other sources that Mac Tonnies had apparently died alone while no one at his place of work thought to check in on him after three days of absence, I could understand even more why Kate resembled someone who had taken a hard punch to the solar plexus.
If you haven’t “met” Kate (sadly, the soonest I will likely get to meet the Wyoming Muse will be at Balticon 44 in May 2010), you need to check out Suppertime Sonnets and Kate’s Twitter stream.