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head up, head down

by Glenn Currier

The arrow in my dream pointed up
I wasn't sure what that meant
but I slowly swung my legs out of bed
still woozy but knowing I had to write
so I got up.

I walk with my head down
watching the darkened floor so each step is safe and firm.
Recently I saw my sister walking with her head up
looking at the trees
looking up to see the branches growing.
I worried she would trip on a crack or branch or rock and fall.
I worried.
She walked with her head up.

She is a good example for me
looking for growth
When she looks down it's for all the gifts
the Doug Firs and Cedar leave for good Earth
some of the samara she gathers like precious treasurers,
takes them home and spreads them about
for adornment of her place.

When discouragement or sadness get me down
I need to remember to look up
beyond the muck
toward the stars
where creation began
and listen for the bang
in the voices
of jays, cardinals, friends, loves, and strangers.

01/10/2019

Posted on 01/10/2019
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/10/19 at 10:10 PM

Really like the combination of Nature and Humanity in this one, and how up and down apply to them. I look down, but for different reasons. Living in Canada, when outside to avoid ice so as not to slip and fall, but inside, when going down the stairs to avoid losing my balance/footing and tumbling. Outside however, I love to look up at the sky for the passing birds and clouds, and of course (like your sister) at the trees. Well stated as always, Glenn.

Posted by Karen Koser on 01/12/19 at 11:21 PM

So beautiful.

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