Written by Luisa A. Igloria on Nov 23, 2022 11:56 pm
When I was like you,
I too wanted something
of my very own: to tend,
to fill with my own
kind of language, dress
in the silks of parachutes
and the flag of a country
I was certain to discover
as soon as I climbed over
my fears. Though I didn't
yet have words for the early
bereavements of self,
I sensed another world
beyond the door of the hive,
beyond the shimmer of bees
pulsing like a wave wrapped
around and around the only
universe they knew.
Written by Dave Bonta on Nov 23, 2022 10:02 pm
all around the great dead oak
as darkness falls
a fisher dances
hunting white-footed mice
a dark sine curve
against the snow
that is also somehow able
to freeze for long minutes
crouching pouncing
coming up empty
it is only i sitting across
the frozen pond
who leaves feeling
fuller than before
filled i suppose with seasonally
appropriate gratitude
for this beautiful small beast
with its wild blood-lust
for my encounter with it
once in a new moon
for the freedom it still enjoys
to disappear
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