SUNDAY POEM
MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 2
In the center of my head is a rain-washed
dawning
In the center of my head cirrus
clouds cross a cobalt sky
In the center of my head a hermit thrush
sings sweet wilderness
In the center of my head a bare room
opens in the fragrance of your hands
In the center of my head is a mirror
in which your face is reflected
In the center of my head a wet beach
bears the footprints of your love
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As always, I’d love to hear your poems, your voice, in the Comments. Come and share the songs of your heart.