A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Step upon the earth as if it is melting fold the continents as if the borders were already singed at the edges hold a container and let all of the oceans run inside of it drink the salt until it is all that’s left of us succumb to the talons of the last orphaned eagle let it pull you up by your shirt collar and sail you across the life you were supposed to have look down and watch the glaciers fall the oceans rise the inlets of every river drown inside themselves listen for the sound of your own voice falling backwards listen for the sound of the ocean turning itself under as if the earth were a womb and you the child passing through
Copyright 2020 Connie Post. First published in 2 Bridges Review. Included in Vox Populi by permission of the author.
This poem is from Prime Meridian by Connie Post, published in 2020 by Glass Lyre Press.