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If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Life: Now and Then
If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
SC
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Happy New Year, Steven Cain ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeletethis poem that i recently came upon at Terrain, a mighty fine place for reading:
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If we measure winter by birch logs and summer by fishes and loaves
If birdsong signals waking and rain signals sleep
If a kettle sings our liturgy of the hours
If we count glaciers like sheep
If feathers equal flight and berries are bodies we swallow
If rush is the book we don’t keep
If a dog’s wisdom is what we live by, a tail’s wag the parameter of joy
and the only objective is sky
If stars are the text and fireflies revelations
If lichen is for laying and moss the place we cry
If ice forms the bridge between us
If ashes are promises and embers reminders why
If stoking is our metaphor for loving and swimming stands for praying
and daily we remind each other how
If we consider ourselves simply another method of chinking
If frost forms the ring, and twilight is the only vow
Kelsea Habecker is a poet, writer, and teacher. Her book of poems, Hollow Out, was published by New Rivers Press. She lived in the Arctic for five years, as a teacher in an Inupiaq Eskimo village.
revel and be happy))
xo
erin
revel, share and be happy.
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