January 28, 2023


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Small Awakenings

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Small Awakenings



I remember
small things,
small awakenings,
tiny moments that
helped me discover
who I wasrealized I never quite
lived inside myself
before that summer
when I first saw youhow my hands could touch
the world around me,
that when the breeze
turned cool before a rainstorm
I could feel itcause whenever I saw you
it always seemed to rain
at least oncethe sky cracking open
with a rush of rain
and lightning and
the sweet, low rumble
of thunder crackling
through the hot clouds
high abovethe holes in the road
would fill with water
and the whole place
would become a riveryes, that summer
I tasted the rain
just to think of youand I noticed how
the warmth of the sun
could caress my skin
cause it made me
remember your eyes they were bright blue
like a summer day,
when the clouds
skip along the sky,
pushed by warm winds
and shattered by sunlightand this one hot, hot day
you took off running
into a field of tall grass
your pale arms stretching
above the wildflowers
and underbrush,
waving a gauzy net
after the white butterflies
that rode the sunbeamsfor the first time I felt
my smile touch my face
and fill my cheekboneswhat I learned from
that summer
of gazing at you
across picnic tables
is that you can
love somebody
without even
knowing their name
and you can be changed
by someone who
never even touched youand that you never know
who out there may be sitting,
quietly daydreaming,
while writing poetry
about you


© Naomi Sara 2022


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1 thought on “Small Awakenings

  1. ‘For the first time I felt my smile touch my face. and fill my cheekbones’. What a lovey evocation of love: loving the memory of the loved one with the summer rain adding an arresting image. And I thought the final stanza wrapped it up beautifully.

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