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.”

© 2014-2019/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"

Published by Talking Waters Press

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