Sunday, July 1, 2018

memories of remembering

"Sometimes it is necessary/
to reteach a thing its loveliness"—
retrain my feet to walk, my legs to run,
reform the cage of lung to reshape the air
which expands within —
reframe the lens through which I see:
slim muscular adjustments
of an iris
transform worldviews.

Grey sky washed clean blue by rain.
We are still pilgrims,
seeking sunlights in the clouds
rolling in off mountains.

Tune my heartbeat to a newer thrum
whose gentle rhythms discover,
like the sow with patient Francis,
a nature is that loveliness,
meant to bless creation with its holiness.

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