A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
I woke up one morning and knew I loved her.
It just happened. Began with admiration
then a crack appeared in my heart, widening
into a flood. I think I can’t take it—
my body can’t survive what runs through it
and then I am light as light resting on stone.
I want to know the soul’s trajectory
and am so often wandering in the dark,
finding my footing by the dim glow of memory.
So long hanging in the Sargasso,
then a cat’s paw of wind. And now the storm.
God help me, I don’t know where I’m going.
We hold each other’s hand like children
finding our way home among the closing wolves.
Copyright 2020 Doug Anderson