A few poems to browse through now ~

WHITE

 

Under the weight of wet snow

a dead branch broke and fell,

I remember, taking the hornets'

tattered gray lantern down with it.  

WHY SEEK THE DEAD AMONG THE LIVING?

 

As hollow as a gutted fish, a hole in the sand,

a cistern cracked along the seam—

 

There is no filling such emptiness. And yet— 

 

AT THE CHERNOBYL POWER PLANT ECO-RESERVE

If ravens perch on the ferris wheel

outside of town, if owls

nest in the silos and swallows circle

the tipped watchtower, if catfish

LANDSCAPE WITH TRANSLUCENT MOON

Palm trees, like old pilings, tip

in the sand toward the Maldive Islands still.

The moon,

                    a slice of green coconut, floats

in a sky streaky with cloud.

Ten winters after the tsunami hit,

                                                            off-shore

 

CANTICLE OF THE NIGHT PATH

I want the moon to overspill, spill over, and drown me in dust light.

I want whatever happens after that.

I want the owl's one note to lull doubt to sleep.

I want to walk the night path.

 ©2018 Jennifer Atkinson 

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