Poetry

Erik Johansson

By

Rick Davis

MINDFULNESS

Quieting

My thoughts

I observe

An abundant river.

The past

And future

Are persistent myths

Sinking in sand

While I eclipse

God of the orchard

Where peace and justice

Sing like birds.

My soul is a map

Hiding beneath mind.

Mind is a

Storm simulation

Of thick clouds

Emptying

On the tongues

Of angels

Whispering

Deepening green,

All,

In a single gaze.

Rick Davis

I am a Poet and life-long Chicagoan, married, and am a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University.