by Abigail Gronway

My laps for exercise were done,
So I let the water hold me,
Felt the rise and fall as breathing
Filled and emptied out my airways.

Conscience tried in vain to scold me,
For I would not idle linger,
But a moment only savor
All to me the world bequeathing.

I could see a distant singer
Sitting high in the glossy leaves;
Then above me flew a swallow,
Circling back, did me a favor.

Higher still, soaring eagle cleaves
The wind—for a wink, blocks the sun—
All while climbing unseen stairways.
Where heart leads, the feet will follow.

Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Domino Rhyme

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