Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
I awaken, the fingertips of the gods
wiping sweat from my brow.
What day is this?
What shall I commit my heart to?
What will I invite to humble me?
A bare foot settles on the old wood flooring.
It is followed by another.
This is how it begins.
© 2014-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Wonderment: New and Selected Poems" (a work in progress)
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