Life: Now and Then
Happy New Year, Steven Cain ... Love, cat.
this poem that i recently came upon at Terrain, a mighty fine place for reading:I Will If we measure winter by birch logs and summer by fishes and loavesIf birdsong signals waking and rain signals sleepIf a kettle sings our liturgy of the hoursIf we count glaciers like sheepIf feathers equal flight and berries are bodies we swallowIf rush is the book we don’t keepIf a dog’s wisdom is what we live by, a tail’s wag the parameter of joy and the only objective is skyIf stars are the text and fireflies revelationsIf lichen is for laying and moss the place we cryIf ice forms the bridge between usIf ashes are promises and embers reminders whyIf stoking is our metaphor for loving and swimming stands for praying and daily we remind each other howIf we consider ourselves simply another method of chinkingIf 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))xoerin
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