Scott Simpson · Poetry

Morning Prayer

Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 321

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Morning Prayer

No shadows yet

still silent

whispers rising

to my lips from my

heart…

or maybe

entering my blood

through my own

breath

half-wakeful

working beat by slow

morning-song beat

toward my heart

to gather like cells

enriched

bright sunbreak-red

until my chest bursts my

eyes

roll back and

the bitter-sweet taste

of iron and manna

fills my mouth