““ Anagram of Seeking by Susan Laughter Meyers Sit, unplanted, with your back to a tree, or sink to your knees . If sorrow drowns the hour, let yourself keen , each hurt recalled, the heart a siege of old wounds. If startled by joy, let yourself sing. Light dims, the air cools your skin . Unclear , what it is you’re seeing - each monotone hoot of the owl, a sign - less clear what can’t be seen : the soul, a spirit, the king of kings? This density of leaves and skein of tenuous moss, yours. here and now, seine life’s good fish. Child, singe the night, boldly. O lost see, catch fire and seek. ””
