PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Once again, 

the river and I 

are born together,

after the ground

sanctified

itself with rain, 

then filled itself

with sky,

cleansed and initiated

into a blue society,

which is exactly what 

I wanted—

to be an audience in

the house of beginnings,

like that first lily trying

to be a chalice of light,

like the ragged hope of ferns,

like these new stars 

beneath my feet . . .

so much weightless living,

for now. 

Tomorrow I'll worry

and believe it's real,

and forget that,

like the river, 

we are wider and washed

and something new

after each dream 

of defeat,

but for now, 

I know this:

It's all

infinite ending,

infinite birth,

one timeless breath,

and we, ourselves,

are like these stars 

in flight,

and we 

are loved

and never ending. 

Patricia Joan Jones