Tuesday, May 30, 2017

                                                          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

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

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

Monday, May 15, 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

Friday, May 12, 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