Morning Mindfulness

8/30/22

Where are you, O my Soul?

“The arch of her eyebrows,
a door you’d stoop to enter.
Inside, the smell of harvest,
an apple press, the weight of her.
A hand on your face
reading you like braille.”

— Deborah Tall, from “Anima,” Poetry (July 1981)

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