A Formal Feeling Comes
And a sense of growing knowledge comes
From looking out around the world
Out wherever windows show
Restive spirits seeking routes
Meanderings that warm the soul
And offer dancing space to chart
Lookings into a shape to hold.
Forms highlight what need not bind
Edge but leave a space to grow
Eventually toward liveliness
Like surging seeing ample room
Intimate in ambience
Nesting where haven may be found
Ground for rest from flowing lives.
Caught in the cycle of all creation
On along on the way to demise
Mighty flights become tree-tall
Elms and give us sanctuary
Somewhere in their leaves and boughs.
Lois Langland
June 24 – July 28, 1995