Morning Tide

The arc of a reach.

close up photo of a yellow daylily flower

After inhaling doubts baked in a furnace with a hint of daylilies, 

after the rhino leaps the river, tracing the shadow of the ark 

below vapor currents tailing the new doves behind the sun, 

its palpable flare a rising mirror of sublimated hopes, someone 

at the other side of the banks dares to stretch wide palms––up,

and again, as if to touch the hem of a garment and be healed.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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