Arrival

In the key of James Crews

Photo by Jon Sailer on Unsplash

You know you’ve arrived
at that tender, unguarded peace
when the meadowlark’s bright song
catches you mid-step,
and you stop, boots sinking
into damp, forgiving soil, to listen as if it were
the first sound ever made.

It’s the way the oak leans toward the river,
limbs bowed with long-earned patience,
or the fierce, small courage
of a single daisy
breaking open stone.

It’s when you kneel
to the wild, untamed grass,
not minding the stains,
and let the world’s green pulse
carry you
to its quiet, waiting shore.

First published in Door Is a Jar Literary Magazine, Issue 37

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As always, a huge THANK YOU for taking the time to read my poem. Without you, my voice would be a whisper just floating in the air.

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