Poem: 4:53 Sunrise in Surry

Here is poem #2 of a 3 poem series from my grad school residency trip to Surry, Maine.

4:53 Sunrise in Surry

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Every morning my body woke me

At 4:50 am

Same time.

Every day.

My body was waking me on purpose

It knew I had never seen the sunrise

That I really wanted this experience

But I did not know what time it was at

With some prying

I discovered my body was already aware

4:53 sunrise in Surry

It was time to witness

The beautiful reflection of the sun

Coming up

And making an impression on the clouds and me

Alone, by the ocean

As I walked through the forest path

That led to the shore

I was apprehensive of my solitude

But when I arrived, I saw the horizon

The gradual lightening of the sky

The sun was blocked from my view

From the tallest, greenest trees

Yet that did not matter to me

I still saw the pink, purple and orange

Wisps of sky

The clouds reflected the colors back at me

When I looked down into the water

On the rocky shore

This mirror effect was telling me:

You were meant to be here, right now

In the quiet, calm, beautiful world

Something

You never allow yourself to have

And you deserve it.

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The return of my poetry (and myself!)

Hey! So I know I promised I would eventually write three more poems to complete the 30 poem series that was part of NaPoWriMo.

I finally have three more poems!

They were inspired by my residency trip to Surry, Maine for my graduate program at the Institute for Humane Education.

Additionally, I have a mixed media painting inspired by my time there too!

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Here is one of the three poems (I will be posting the other two later)

The Journey to Maine and Back

The clouds looked more beautiful–

The contrast of blue and white, more pronounced

The Earth looked rounder

The  stars shone brighter

The fireflies were more numerous, reflecting the stars

The ocean was rockier

The forests greener

A field of wildflowers, the first I ever walked through

The sun rose earlier than I imagined

Yet I awoke every morning just in time

And I stayed awake to the beauty of nature

As I drove myself back home

Now the clouds here look just as beautiful

And the Earth as round

I may not always see the stars, but I know they are there

Sometimes if I look close enough I may see a firefly

Bringing the stars back down to my level

The oceans are more sandy

The forests are more lush

Though I’m in a different environment

There is just as much beauty to be found

And I must stay awake to it!