Susan Laughter Meyers

  • Anagram of Seeking by Susan Laughter Meyers Sit, unplanted, with your back to a tree, or sink to your knees.If sorrow drowns the hour, let yourself keen, each hurt recalled, the heart a siegeof old wounds. If startled by joy, let yourself sing. Light dims, the air cools your skin.Unclear , what it is you’re seeing-each monotone hoot of the owl, a sign-less clear what can’t be seen:the soul, a spirit, the king of kings? This density of leaves and skeinof tenuous moss, yours. here and now, seinelife’s good fish. Child, singethe night, boldly. O lost see, catch fire and seek

    Susan Laughter Meyers
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