“Cultivating Reverence” by Michelle Knickerbocker

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Waking early, Sunday morning;
it didn’t matter that we’d remembered
to turn the alarms off.
I rise,
even before the dog
has stirred from slumber.
Sneaking out back in bare feet
the deck is still damp.
Gently touching our tiny tomatoes
I imagine for just a moment
I know how a parent feels
standing over the crib
watching my baby sleep and grow.

-Michelle Knickerbocker

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