National Poetry Month at Paper Poetry

Flourishing Is Mutual Reverence

A welcoming poem

Photo by Joshua J. Cotten on Unsplash

On the first day,
hope skates along the edge of fear,
as seagulls of wonder
ride the edge of the storm
where clouds of carded wool
divide light in a mackerel sky.

Survival is the healing
after the flight.
It is the hands
reaching out to pull us close,
the welcome
of a new land beckoning
to the hope
that lives inside our souls.

I am consoled
by lessons
of tiny stones
arranged in circles,
where voices at a fireside
bring a story shared.

I reach out
to touch the stars
that smell of comfort
like an earring pinned
to a grandfather’s coat

Now there is a balancing
that brings perspective
for the future.
These are the days of never going…