To Let it Overflow

                                                                                                                                                                                                          Photo by John Wilson on Unsplash

A Poem by Alexis Ragan

First Published in Print by https://www.callapresspublishing.com

A poem about coming back to life

Scent of the garden visited me early,

traveled

through

              my always open window

and invited me outside,

where I haven’t been

since last Spring —

I grieved lost time and cooked with thyme

to give flavor to my tears,

all the while knowing there was a meadow

I was missing…

Through the trellis,

covered in stubbornly lovely vines,

I see an old, dried fountain in the center,

the heart of this land,

                                    but why does not a single drop of water

grace this pool?

I was reminded of my seasonal droughts

                  when I had nothing left to give,

when it seemed impossible to produce a single petal,

or grow wings to swim in sherbet skies that were alive,

or when I could not bloom one year…

This is what gets me to climb out my window,

                  pour what sacred liquid I didn’t know I had 

left hidden in my healing soul,

fill it to the brim, and 

let

it

overflow.