Thursday, October 31, 2013

Saying Goodbye

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I stood there in the thick, milky dusk,
my boots bedded in rotting straw and the withered
bodies of plants that I had dug into this place.

We tended each other for a season.

I knew them by touch and smell,
and how slight variations in color or a pucker
of leaf were words wanting understanding.

I came here to learn to listen.

The tomato hornworm caterpillars visited,
and the cabbage butterflies,
and we shared,
time and other things.

Wings. I’ve always wanted a pair, or two.

When I was on my knees,
I wondered who had stripped this land raw,
and why so much of this practice 
was new to me at this age,
and what the earthworms thought 
about while navigating
the valleys and ridges of my rough palms.

Could they tell how much I adored them?

Oh, yes, these were the musings of summer,
thoughts freed while the mind
had the luxury of abundance.

This though was Autumn. It was Autumn waning:

As I looked into the night to come,
I saw a cricket lying down,
frost crystals colonizing his legs.

Goodbyes needed to be said.

A garden can teach us to be earnest with this word,


At the interface of starvation
and nourishment is where to harvest
the roots of deep gratitude.

And so, I began to offer this word to the yet-living,
letting the growing sense of emptiness
be my understanding.



And again,



the woodstove was awaiting me.

©2013-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"

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Thursday, October 3, 2013

Monarch Butterflies

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

This is what convinced me of it:

Watching monarch butterflies nectar
on Mexican sunflowers under
a dusty Autumn sky.

How brilliant the orange
of petals and wings!

How I am deeply awed
by these strong, delicate bodies
that float and land,
and support and feed.

How I must ask:


These moments are mine to live?”

How they are silent,
yet the world is full of their delight.

How my heart can’t contain
this much beauty,

it, simply, can’t.


I am convinced of it:

We didn’t come here to become whole.
We came here to learn how to
break wide open.

© 2013-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Talking Waters Press 

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