Awake by Kevin Jones

I walked dead-limbed—
asked nothing, conveyed nothing,
only watching the shuffle of
my indistinguishable feet

until a peony breathed
swirling sweet in my path.
Instead of wondering what
I’d missed, I took the advice

of the old man and kept walking,
light with possibility.
A pigeon clapped encouragement
and scrambled out of my way.


ABOUT THE POET

Kevin Jones believes in the power of poetry to promote healing and inspire social change. He is Assistant Professor of Social Work at University of Portland (Oregon, USA) conducting research on the therapeutic effects of poetry writing for youth who have experienced trauma. He briefly studied poetry with David Wagoner at the Richard Hugo House in Seattle and his poems have appeared in Lilliput Review, Pathos, Haiku on Leaves, and Seattle’s South District Journal. He lives in Portland, Oregon.

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