Poetry of the Body Contest First Place Poem: The Gift That Keeps on Giving by Karen Lewis

 I will give you
 these eyes
 a gift of tears
 sea
 sky, storm, lightning,
 a newborn infant’s first reach.

 Behold the delight of migratory
 whales,
 flocks of yellow birds
 a single blue feather
 held by mud.
 May you follow sacred patterns 
 of footprints on endless trails.

 I will give you the sting
 of salt, smoke, absence,
 an empty canyon— 
 the blur
 of galactic moonstones,
 stars reflecting a summer lake.

 May you discover
 glacier blue,
 crimson, viridian, aquamarine
 lemon, lime, 
 tangerine, berry stains and blood.

 May you claim endless horizons
 of ever-changing light and shadow
 and follow rainbows,
 a raven’s obsidian wings.

 May you seek with soft focus
 the gaze of your beloved
 witness their smile,
 find them in a crowd of anonymity.

 Follow fields of wildflowers: lupine
 and poppy, paintbrush, trillium,
 until it’s time to close your eyes
 to rest, to dream.
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