I woke early, attention tethered to the bird call
as they build their nests within the walls
we once lit fires between. Regardless of season
we must all find ways to shelter and survive.
I ran early, out into the open morning where air
was still yawning and I thought about sleep
and what it takes to catch a dream at the far end
of the wood when you aren’t sure of the way back.
I climbed the slow hill, with flattened breath
and caught two moons under the still grey light
kindly carved into the edges of memory
in this growing garden we water with tears.
I came early, to ponder position by tall towers
no longer watchful with feet that haven’t settled
while the sun, I cannot see, casts its light
onto two white moons above a thousand eyes
no longing seeing.
I woke early and still came up upon the moon.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
One thought on “FINDING OUR WAY”
What a beautiful evocative poem, Damien, wonderfully merging what you were seeing with your eyes and what you were feeling with your heart. Although most of the words were devoted to the early morning run, I lingered and pondered over the words, “Regardless of season we must all find ways to shelter and survive.”