Poetry | Wednesday Morning by Rick Davis

Wednesday Morning

in pale morning

i rest in the recliner

closing my eyes –

observing thoughts –

feeling like an unaccustomed stone

tangled in mesh root.

I begin to sense peace

like moving air in murmuring trees —

feeling euphoric

like a priest losing innocence

in prayerful contemplation

once again observing –

seeing that reason and emotion

weave imaginary graves.

Filled with grace-filled love

i become a twilight traveler

flying through ocean sky.

I breathe ethereal clouds

and playfully become

living air.

Rick Davis lives in the Logan Square neighborhood of Chicago, Illinois, USA., with his wife. He is a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University, and has completed graduate work at several schools. He has worked in market research, and in several customer service positions