Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
The memory of experiences I’ve never had
has been passing before my eyes -
unlived lives wanting to be laid
It’s not sermons they are looking for,
but cascading tears -
The kind of tears brave enough
to tell stories in empty rooms.
When the rain falls hard and long
against the window pane,
the multitude of coalescing droplets
can confound the ability see what
is on the other side.
Only upon reflection is
I look to the wildflowers
smartly gracing the
on the old scratched dresser.
I wonder: Why do I keep one
and escort another in?
It’s the purring cat that reminds
me that being touched
is an act of relationship.
This, our home, must not be
or a cage.
There is a reason the
© 2012/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Re-Union: Coming Home to Each Other" (a work in progress)