Feeling Down, I Look Up

Feeling down, I look up

and see a single bird

in the early morning light.

I feel the ground beneath my feet,

hear the crunch of gravel as I walk.

The taste of coffee lingers in my mouth,

a scent of pine lingers in the air.

The senses soothe my fretting heart.

I open to the world and me.



This entry was posted in poetry.

6 comments on “Feeling Down, I Look Up

  1. Sensations awaken the sweet presence of self


  2. Looking up is good! And I love the poem.


  3. allysoally says:

    Great advice, Joan…


  4. Dabney says:

    “Natural Therapy”? Could be a whole new (old) Thing!? Thanks, as always, for your daily sharing practice!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. BHW says:

    Definitely living in the present Joan!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. casey harloe says:

    I love the sensory language. I love your words. (& would love some coffee now)

    Liked by 1 person

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