Monday, October 27, 2014

Every Evening




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


I am like the mother who has never
had children, and so is mother to them all.

I cannot rest until they are where
their four legs should be at nightfall:

in the barn,
on the antiques and bookshelves,
boxes and baskets,
several on beds, one with a
head on my very own down pillow.

How could we settle for anything less than
a sacred ritual? “Are you safe?” We ask
the other.

And, we don’t stop searching,

not
until we hear,

in some language,

“Yes.”



© 2014-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Published by Talking Waters Press

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