In the gray morning –
still –
beneath the earth,
beneath the moving waters,
a voice, a heartbeat stirs.
The ancient stirs, also:
breathes its life into us,
those of us who walk here.
Beneath the chatter of our bitter minds
something stirs:
the Heartbeat of it all.
- poem by Mary Elyn Bahlert, 5/2025, at The Ridges
Photo credit to Mary Elyn Bahlert
