arriving before dawn with the song of the dove
arriving at the edge of the earth
with nowhere else to go
crossing the Arkansas River bridge
with its wooden board exploding like fire works
sage escorts me to the next world
act of purification
entering her presence
I slow down
breathing becomes a prayer
blessed and blessing
thanks be to sage.
Margo Rody asked us to write a poem using a powerful sensory word I chose sage not knowing where it would lead, It became a prayer.
Daily Post 7/17/14 Nosey Delights