Waking

Waking

Tyler Rogness

The sun said no to steeples,
though the calendar was sure. Medium roast
resurrection was my inspirator,
a fast
slow-broken,
my cup.

I looked up.

The bines were buzzing
with the drones
as morn was swiftly swelling bright —
the daylight danced across the sky
to catch
and call me out.

Rest with me, and wake,

soft spake the fire-hearted disc:
tongue of fire on the spade — its play
unhindering the sun
and making way for life.
The hum
and thrum of things is deep
beneath the happy-clouded sky.

The bees cannot be troubled in their
Sabbath bloom-blessing. Their rest
is the gold-dust-dressing of the field;
and would I yield such love from mine:
night and day —
and back
again.

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Tyler Rogness
Poet

Tyler is learning to live on purpose, and to sink into the small moments that fill a life. He loves deep words, old books, good stories, and his wonderful family who put up with his nonsense. His poetry has appeared in the Agape Review, The Habit Portfolio, and the Amethyst Review. More of his work can be found at awakingdragons.com.

Photography by Deric