Awakening

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Everything

I see and hear

is some form of life, saying:

“I want to wake up.

I want to be alive again.

I have slept long enough in darkness.

I am here.”

The titmouse in its song.

The daffodil in its bloom.

The wood frog quacking in the pond.

On these early spring mornings,

I want to arise with active hope.

I want to exclaim, “Me too!”

And, I want to find moments under

the crisp vibrant-blue sky to wonder

about things that it can seem

so dangerous to wonder about in winter.

Like:

The possibility that we too can awaken

and save the world

that is ourselves simply

by showing up.

© 2014-2017/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Wonderment: New and Selected Poems"
To be published by Talking Waters Press 

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