Saturday, November 06, 2021

back story

ripples eddy me round like
an island, like a knot
greedy with fear

in this drift of a year I may
examine one reed then
inherit a whole river

I will no longer burn into 
everything--it holds me
back, turning

into the story of one bird
perched on my hand
forever telling me

I am here--yes, I am here
have been for so long
always singing 
at
Labels: , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

MSU solidarity encampment

More than 60 campuses across the U.S. have now set up encampments to call attention to the ever-rising death toll of the Palestinian people ...

  • Wishing I were there...
    Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
  • So Far Away
    At had us pose for this pic  up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron  so he could put it up in his dorm.  "Don't tur...
  • Call them RIDs (Resolution Implementation Dates)
    I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...