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  • Writer's pictureCeleste Boudreaux

I AM

I AM the radiant sunburst, the painted skyscape

behind the power lines and strip malls


I AM the roiling storm clouds of deep blue gray

the mysterium tremendum


I AM the dark veined chrysalis hanging silent

awaiting the joy of resurrection


I AM the eyes of a child

sparkling, guileless, unveiled

for whom all things are new


I AM the mountain in whose sheltered valley you dwell


I AM the tiniest forest of lichens on the rock at your feet


I AM the bridal white blossom

flinging wide its petals

for the pleasure of bees and butterflies

caring not for praise or thanks


I AM the whisper to drop your pen, your camera, your busyness

to sit still and listen



by Celeste Boudreaux, June 2019



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