1st Place - June 2012







MORNING BLESSING

One large glass of water daily
before the endless cups of green tea,

a glass that stood wrapped
a long time in my father's two hands,

head bowed to it, eyes closed
to the rest of us at the table.

I didn't know what he thought
or felt or said to himself right then

nor how thirsty I was
for a silence so meant

until I felt it filling me too,
slaking the cracked creekbed

of rushed and ordinary days.
Fifty-five years old and home for a visit,

back in the cradle
of his slow kind hands.

~ Lynne Burnett