Morning Gift It arrived like a drizzle of reprieve on my desiccated thought. No longer clamped by envy or by anger, I hardly know what transpired in my dreams, wavering images of a palace ground, steep-tiered stone fountain gushing water down to a sprawl of green where I walked. I’d said no prayers, mercy flowed, it found me on its generous own.
Andrea Potos is the author of seven full-length collections of poetry, most recently Her Joy Becomes (Fernwood Press), Marrow of Summer, and Mothershell, both from Kelsay Books. Andrea’s work appears widely in print and online, most recently in The Sun, Spiritus, Portage Magazine, Poetry East, Potomac Review, Poem, and How to Love the World: Poems of Gratitude and Hope (Storey Publishing). She lives in Madison, Wisconsin.
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