A Shot of Wonder if you need one
untitled poem by Jeffrey Davis
To hold the wild urge at bay
to restrain from kissing the sunrise
and stroking the birch bark
or howling at your neighbor on her morning jog
is a way to contain love
and find a way to give it shape.
Is that what each sunrise is?
A way that sky and light,
eyes and mind, and uncalibrated desire
reach out of the dark and hold
out in a new form to each day
a letter inscribed with hope and love?
Jeffrey Davis©2025
Comments
Some mornings I feel this urge. Other mornings, when I don’t, I reread this poem to remind me how I might find it and feel it. This poem in its own simple form is my way of reaching out to you with a similar letter.
Your Turn to Wonder
»> How are you reaching out with hope and love today?
Thanks for running with me,