In the Morning

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Do you know mornings that refuse

to fully release

the night’s dreams?

I do.

I’ve learned to apprentice to them,

their want for me to re-member

that I am alive in other places,

that what we most long for can find

us when we are still.

A small white feather drifted, downward,

falling in gentle swinging motions, coming

from the clear blue sky onto land

that we had stood on together, side by side,

so very long ago,

I could remember the texture of the warm

soil under my bare feet,

and the view of the side-sprawling mountains

on the salty-blue horizon that we had

walked towards with an intent to be

something else,

and I wondered

how the white dove you had gifted me

found me again.

© 2014-2020/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Published by Talking Waters Press

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