Hidden in the hills,
a spring spills its secrets –
milk and honey from the womb of the earth.
Seeking its course through forest and vale,
water calls the banks of the river into being –
Find me!
Listen,
within you plays the song of the stream.
You are the banks of the river
and its bed
that give the water a place to go.
Unbraid your hair now, and
let the oncoming tide dissolve
your holding back.
Where the moon marries salt to sweet,
may your gathering waters
flow out to the sea.
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Mary Camille Thomas
Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz who is grateful to make her home on the California coast once more after living internationally and on the road. She studied comparative literature at UC Davis and received a master’s degree in library science from UCLA, which gave her a way to earn a living while making a life among books. Her poetry and essays have appeared in the Monk in the World Guest Post Series, Moving Force Journal, Presence, Porter Gulch Review, Second Wind, Sisters Singing, and The New Story, and she has completed a novel called What Lies Buried about a man reckoning with his family’s Nazi past.
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The Kingdom of Enough 
Lovely, just lovely, Mary. Thank you.
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