no prayer refused

it was simpler then,
as children, to have a creek
rolling through the back yard

more tangible than airy gods
to carry all our worries
– no prayer refused –

© Sarah Whiteley

Diving back into writing after my recent busy work schedule is proving to be a little more challenging than I expected. So I am dabbling here and there on a few small pieces and giving my brain a chance to unwind from all the chaos. So if things have been quiet on the blog-front, this is why. The pre-sales period for Wandering Wonderful just happened to coincide with some big work deadlines, which made keeping up with both a massive effort. But now that both are over, I’m looking forward to some restorative ventures out into nature and putting pen to paper once more.

On a side note, I did hear from the publisher while proofing my galleys that they are a little behind schedule on printing. I do not know yet what this means for Wandering Wonderful, but I think it likely that the drop date may be a little later than the initially anticipated May 17th. I will post an update once I have more information.

today’s reading

more in line with
the leanings of trees
and with the deeper
philosophies of mud,

the day’s reading
comes from the heron
fishing the edge
of the morning sea

© Sarah Whiteley

My newest chapbook Wandering Wonderful is now available for pre-order from Finishing Line Press. Pre-orders through March 22nd will have an opportunity to win a canvas print of the cover art. Click for details!

I could not think a prayer

I could not think a prayer,
and so instead I found one –

spreading low and white
along the river below

and for an hour, together
we were slow and driftless

with only the vague intent
to flit and lift,

which is prayer enough
in a temple of trees

making acolytes of ravens
and hymns of the leaves

© Sarah Whiteley