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By Laurie Klein Blessed are those who love the earth with their feet as they walk. —Erin Geesaman-Rabke Sundown calls a goo-mover forth. I could be Nature’s un-ribboning scripture (all spit ‘n shine) or A seeker’s itchy foot, re-pilgriming time. Only Ingenious eyes retract. Watch. Wherever Longing paves the way, the most passionate S t r e t c h often entails the lifelong seep . . . Laurie Klein is the author of Where the Sky Opens and Bodies of Water, Bodies of Flesh. A grateful recipient of the Thomas Merton Prize for Poetry of the Sacred, she lives in the Pacific Northwest and blogs, monthly, at lauriekleinscribe.com.
This poem first appeared in Laurie's recent collection of poems House of 49 Doors: Entries in a Life (published by Leap Day Eve). You can read a review of this book by Foreshadow contributor D.S. Martin here and buy it here. Laurie's other work on Foreshadow: Private, as the Small of a Back (Poetry, October 2023) Predawn (Poetry, October 2023) Uphill (Poetry, October 2023) There Must Be a Way to Listen (Poetry, November 2023)
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