I Come To Connect
In The Great Smoky Mountains,
morning haze aglow with
dewy wonder,
sepia light-winds its way
in and out amid the trees;
I sit on the cabin porch,
a cup of joe, steaming
and look out to see a black
bear cub approaching.
He stops at the nearby creek
to drink, soon joined by Mama
and another sibling;
I sit, silently amazed
at the family harmony
that I see.
I have no fear of bears,
like me, they only want
to be left to live.
As Mama catches breakfast,
I think back about
mornings of cinnamon toast
and fried eggs cooking
in Mom’s skillet.
No, we’re not all that different;
a family meal’s, just a meal,
made better by the gatherings.
5-10-2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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