Bare feet
turn orange
in Abadiania
while clouds part
to deep blue skies

The sky seems
higher here

I hear birds
by day
and monkey chatter
by night

a flock of green parrots
flew over
gaining energy
from the crystal
for their long flight

Wooden benches
hold the weight
of hopeful prayers
and become wiser
with each person’s

I am reminded
of the imprint left
on all we touch
and I am
ready to be seen

-Beth Pfeffer