Sanctuary

By Susan Carman

Grace flows over me

like warm honey,

coating jagged edges within.

I kneel on grass anointed with dew

to worship at this altar, drink

of its silence. Kaleidoscopes

of lavender, lilac, and fuchsia

cascade over rocks near water’s edge.

The lake exhales foggy breath

in morning’s yawning glow,

floating ducks cluster,

still as decoys.

– Susan Carman lives in Overland Park. We’re running low on poetry for this feature. Submit your work via e-mail with a subject line of Poet’s Showcase to mpaget@ljworld.com or send typewritten (not handwritten) submissions to Mindie Paget, 645 N.H., Lawrence 66044, attn: Poet’s Showcase.