Photograph by Ingrid Mathews


To the little bird
Who sang outside my window
And heralded my morn
I give you thanks
When I tossed and turned
My chance of sleep
And the gilded envelope of dawn
Silvered on the hills
And cracked the sky
To just a glimmer of beyond
And drew from you
One clarion note
One clear resounding call
Of awe
You sang for me
A sound Eve heard
And the immensity
Of  your tiding
Struck my soul
I felt your chest expand
I felt the trill within your throat
~ the song burst forth
~ the joy
I felt the world
A million times reborn
In that one note!




Sara Mathews       May 2017

Ingrid Mathews Photography

When you fly away from me
Oh, how my heart stretches sore
With a sadness jogging solidly
In place
No wings to follow
All hands to wring and worry
But in a calmer heart I know
Your flight is fair
And when I see you go
My eyes snap longing photographs
With every blinking tear
To blur the margins
Of my solitude
And I turn softly to myself
In clipped
Responsible lament
No wings
No wings






Sara Mathews     May 2017

I am swallowed
By this day
Devoured in the grayness of it
The leaden drops
Of introspection
Weigh me to my bed
But not unhappily
More like a sleep
That overtakes me in a pleasant
Numbing of the brain
A buzzing of the atmosphere
A blurring of the need
To move
And my body quiets to the rhythm
Of submersing in the womb
I will abide here softly
Like a tiny leaf
I curl
And feed the ravenous hunger
Of the rain




Sara Mathews     May 2017

Grey like a pearl
Comes the morning
Washed up on the sand
Handled and worn
Turned over
And over
And over again
Polished and gleaming
With worry





Sara Mathews     May 2017