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Lesley-Anne Evans

POET + COMMUNITY ARTIST

creator | facilitator | soul friend

Lament of Water

Snow this morning
after several days of deep freeze.
Slow flakes freed from sky
lay themselves at earth’s feet:
So much emptying.
This time of year the creek

I would love to live like a river flows…

is crusted, flow invisible to passersby
and their dogs, but I hear her speak.
She will transport continents
at spring break-up, downed trees,
bloated islands of animals;
the elders, the dying.

…carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. 

I sit in my windowed room while the sun
peels back morning, each snowflake
whispers earth as in heaven.
Each day and its relentless giving,
I do not ask yet I receive what
I do not know I need.  Such gifts

I would love to live…

of shadow and of blinding light;
how much longer, LORD.

Lines from John O’Donohue’s Unfinished Poem 

Website design and marketing by Rochelle Heinrichs
Portraits of the poet by Giovanni Vidotto, Gioklik Studios,
 Wendy McAlpine, and Claire C. Evans.
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