Reading Time: 3 minutes Saturday Poem
My Thanksgiving gift to you!
Thanks for the Churning
When I was a little girl
I would clap in delight
at the alchemy taking place
as milk turned into oatmeal.
Mom did not seem to find it
as fascinating as I did.
Her eyes had become
unable to see the miracles
that churn day into night,
clay into creatures
and lamps into stars.
As I grew up I too became blind
to the wonder
of this stunning world.
I forgot why I had chosen to be born again.
The world is so beautiful!
I walked the streets at night
afraid of the shadows,
seeing trees as harbors for danger,
failing to see the full moon above
or the magical lights below
slithering trough the tracks
like flying serpents or fire-spitting dragons.
I could no longer see the rainbows around people.
I could no longer hear the poet-trees whispering poems in my ears.
I could no longer smell the fragrance of spirits coming to visit from the other world.
I did not really touch the world: the velvet in the rose, the silk in the leaf.
No longer did I reach out with the tip of my tongue to kiss the sweet, sweet rain.
I had been dimmed.
My magic […]