Wednesday Morning
in pale morning
i rest in the recliner
closing my eyes –
observing thoughts –
feeling like an unaccustomed stone
tangled in mesh root.
I begin to sense peace
like moving air in murmuring trees —
feeling euphoric
like a priest losing innocence
in prayerful contemplation
once again observing –
seeing that reason and emotion
weave imaginary graves.
Filled with grace-filled love
i become a twilight traveler
flying through ocean sky.
I breathe ethereal clouds
and playfully become
living air.
Rick Davis lives in the Logan Square neighborhood of Chicago, Illinois, USA., with his wife. He is a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University, and has completed graduate work at several schools. He has worked in market research, and in several customer service positions
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