April 2023

Beneath the Morning Sun

April 4, 2023by DyAnne Korda

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Aunt Rose places a scuffed maple box

the size of a matchbox in my hands.

She gives me its dull silver key and

whispers, Everything you need

is inside. Rose anoints my forehead

with herbs and asks me to sit. Then

she kneels to cover my feet with

rain-drenched earth. I feel roots

scroll down from the cracks

of my soles after she rests her hands

on the ground above my buried feet.

So I close my eyes and settle in

to dream beneath the morning sun.