SUNDAY 2nd
- Jade DeFehr
This is not a poem!
(maybe)
However,
participating in the following actions
is . . .
Step outside –
it doesn’t matter
where
you are, so long
as you really are
outside.
Think about the doorstep.
Walk around the block,
trying to concentrate
on only
what you hear, feel,
or smell the entire time.
If you aren’t in the city,
walk for 1 or 2 minutes.
When you’re finished,
hug a tree.
Then, walk around a different
block and hum
a cheerful tune like “Mushaboom”, by Feist.
Find water
and think about
the water.
Do whatever
else you want
for the rest of the day
or two more minutes,
but do it with care
and thought.
When you return
to your doorstep
and go inside,
the poem is finished.
THE POET AS A MUDDY RIVER WITHOUT A PEN
- Lisa Siemens
She is a river (sometimes)
green reflections floating
on brown water, white
clouds, moving molecules,
hydrogen and oxygen. The sky
lives on her surface and underneath
where you cannot see, the light
hides in the spaces between
the words she thinks
and the words she says.
Even in the deepest
part of winter, fish sleep
somewhere near the bottom, waiting
for the ice above to thaw.
