Poem by Lew Forester
May 15, 2023
Morning, with Exits
I trust this sunrise, how color floods the sky like a promise I refuse to give up on. Earth yields to shovel and, yes, what I plant will grow, bear fruit, then wilt on hot August afternoons while cumulus build in the west like mansions for the spirit. My body was fertile ground for cancer until chemo and prayers weeded it out. Now I sort through packets of seeds, like personal items I once discarded, to save others from that grief. How explicit this sunrise, how faithful. Yes, there are cracks in the sky. Exits abound and many pass through. I gather the light they leave.
About Lew Forester
Lew Forester is a social worker who lives in Arvada, CO. The author of Dialogues with Light, Lew’s poems have appeared in Atlanta Review, Blue Mountain Review, Sky Island Journal, Pinyon, POEM, The MacGuffin, and other journals and anthologies.