Godwink

Godwink

Softly, subtly,
sometimes sidled with
stale achiness,
pieces rearrange, find newness
within her sweet, solid structure.
Now and then mild confusion
accompanies this realignment.
She simply notices,
acknowledges,
turns to faith.
She’s ready and willing
to allow and accept as
she knows her existence
is true.
Profound moments of
sublime serendipity
present themselves along the way.
She knows to immerse,
let them soak into her being,
cleanse and aid in healing.
Pensive, tender face of a young boy
as he shares a deep sorrow and his
own moments of healing.
Joyful energy of adult offspring
swooping down the slopes
of a beloved mountain.
Depth of sensitivity as a blind friend
raises his voice in song, adding to
the beauty of an Easter sunrise
on that same mountain.
 Perfect punctuation of that celebration
as a contrail gleams in the rising sun,
dark clouds parting.
Not-so-random conversation
with a genial couple celebrating
an anniversary,
speaking of love and connection,
children now grown,
teaching and learning,
and the birth of a book.
“We’re all supposed to be here
right now,” says the woman.
“This is a Godwink.”
This poet quietly smiles
and agrees.

Sarah Carlson

April 3, 2018