Poetry

life, unfolding

translucent like paper lanterns in the early moonrise of golden autumn
the knobby knuckles of the mountain range
raised like a hand fisted, about to knock on a door
longing to open to the light
the creped fingers of an ancient
soul who feels less with the padded, faded print-swirled tips of thumbs
and more with the heart
that understands the beat of life in all
that loves
the touch of starlight
in the spiraling ripples of a quiet pond
through which, in the sleepy morning dayglow
fast ascending,
we see silhouettes, shadows of ourselves
always growing with each sleep,
each metamorphosis from learning to knowing
and being,
we realize what it means
to truly be part of life unfolding,
reaching outward,
not hiding inside the petals
of the past,
but peeking out
to the new stars
that blink over a horizon
gentle with the dappled palette
of an upward-looking flower,
a forward-looking heart.

Kathryn Sadakierski

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