may there be a listening
rather than a making
curiosity over expectation,
lightness and ease,
no straining
toward some glut of air.
May you step aside
like a watcher at the meadow’s edge
as the doe
finds her way to the center.
From Marrow of Summer (Kelsay Books, 2021). Posted by kind permission of the poet.
Photo by Tara Evans
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