For My Sister and Brother Poets

For My Sister and Brother Poets Mornings, again refreshed, I wield up a sledgehammer to strike the stone walls of the confinement of my assigned nativity...then seek to emigrate from those Purposes...to go settle, an immigrant, in the more fertile territory of Meanings, trusting a disclosure of my birthright as a citizen among the searching population at the address of Poetry — twin to the Soul — more fertile for vines from the heart, more welcoming to the orchards of Imagination, always ripe with songs. Today’s afternoon was spent planting a grove of pink dogwood saplings and sapphire iris bulbs nearby... so someday they will bask in light, feeling winds and us, too, walking past in admiration,sprinkling our words of appreciation across the earth over their roots. Birds sound dearly above as the dusk nears. I work until the first sight of winking Venus...then, take pages and pens with a flashlight under my tent of sheets revealing on the net, a broad company of my sister and brother poets, recounting — each one of us — the full scenes of our day’s graced hours, by words to one another, from pains to joys, all- reaching, from solitary into community, supporting, learning...expressive, in wonder, hoping to know the sounding rise of the Voice within, and ever thankful for a promise of a flight on eagle’s wings. ———————————————————————————————————————- (c)sally Young eslinger 2/5/2021 Thanks be to God and to PoetrySoup, all of you