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ON A CLEAR DAY by Sarah Carlson


On a Clear Day

Sliding once again into 
restorative, silky waters
she lays back,
allows natural buoyancy to 
hold her steady and balanced.
So many beautiful 
words have flowed through her 
and into the world. 
She knows they represent
the truth of healing.
With a profound realization
 that she had to fully trust
 her own memories 
 of the wound
in order to deeply embody
  those truths,
she again feels something 
novel and familiar.
She feels herself.
All the way in,
all the way out. 
No need to apologize
or try so very hard.
That's what's happening now -
unlearning the constant sense
that there must be effort 
in order to earn
the right
 to be who she is. 
Letting go the habit of
 waiting with bated breath
to see if she made a mistake
or failed.
Trusting the clarity that's present 
on a clear day,
while knowing clouds
will come and go,
but that she didn't cause the clouds.
They are simply there
and will pass. 
She can and will continue
to settle more and more 
 into the comfort and safety
of being
 at home
in herself.
On those clear days,
any day really, 
it's okay to simply be.



Sarah Carlson has many pieces to her whole, as most of us do. Those pieces include: mother, teacher, daughter, friend, widow, sister, skier, bicyclist, hiker, coach, drummer, and poet. Sarah lives in the western foothills of Maine where opportunities to make connections amid the splendor of the rivers, lakes and mountains are plentiful. She began writing and combining her poetry with photographs of her experiences in the natural world as part of healing from the sudden loss of her husband, Barry. More of her poetry can be seen on her blog here. Her book, The Radiance of Change, (found here) can be purchased on line through the independent bookstore in her hometown of Farmington, Maine. She just published her second book of poetry and photos, In the Currents of Quiet, available here.  

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