
J Ann Crowder
My soul is a vital force, a sculpted tree’s root
She has countless fibers and layers, ever bending into earth’s depth
My depth
She is a phantom I least know
A shadow hidden
A secret self
I feel her deepening within my bone’s inner marrow
I feel her penetrating my heart
She grows into every hollow space inside me, making my tabernacle her home
Written May 11, 2017.
Robert L. Martin
almost 4 yearsYour secret room with fragrant flowers that permeate your being