Photo: Jamie K. Reaser
If only the thunder
kept to its promise,
we’d have rain.
Sometimes even the sky
knows longing –
Feels an inability to meet
and be met at the humid
interface of Earth and Cosmos.
The old dogwood tree
hasn’t known the elements
to be so spare in their
courting,
and its leaves droop,
as if sorrowed.
There went a dragonfly
who cannot find
a pond.
The hummingbird races
against time as the
pink phlox
desiccate.
Whoever classified
co-dependency as a
pathology,
Was never in love
with Life.
© 2011-2014/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (ww.hiraethpress.com)
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