A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Come to my hospitality table–
I will feed you from every pot
I will allow you to wear my clothes,
my blue kimono, my black hat.
I will call my brother out
And make him sing comfort songs
To help with months of longing.
I will ask my sister to dance
Over the bear’s hill, a lode star
To sail you to your destination.
If your body sits in a room
And your reptile brain gets restless
I will ask my broom to sweep away
All the dust that settled in your heart…
And when you move
With the quick rhythm of the red cedar
You will remind us
We may entertain angels unawares.
Copyright 2018 Rosaly DeMaios Roffman