Sunday, August 21, 2011


Photo: Jamie K. Reaser

If only the thunder

kept to its promise,

we’d have rain.

Sometimes even the sky

knows longing –

Feels an inability to meet

and be met at the humid

interface of Earth and Cosmos.

The old dogwood tree

hasn’t known the elements

to be so spare in their


and its leaves droop,

as if sorrowed.

There went a dragonfly

who cannot find

a pond.

The hummingbird races

against time as the

pink phlox


Whoever classified

co-dependency as a


Was never in love

with Life.

© 2011-2014/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (

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