We have this beautiful poetry collection on our shelf. Maybe you have heard of it? It is called Long Journey: Contemporary Northwest Poets and it is edited by David Biespiel.
I finally opened it today, after weeks of temptation, and this is what I found.
OLD AGE
It surprises me each time
I see a horse lie down in a field
a protest
in the bend and fold:
the way a body relinquishes its hold
as it sinks, unguarded,
to the earth.
by Eve Joseph
SHADOW
To lie on one side of a tree
then another, over rough or smooth.
To feel cool along one's whole body
lengthening without intent,
nothing getting in the way.
To give up on meaning,
To never wear out or mar.
To move by increments like
a beautiful equation, like the moon
ripening above the golden city.
To be doppelganger,
the feathered underside of wings,
the part of cumulus that slides
thin promises of rain across the wheat.
To disappear. To be blue
simply because snow has fallen
and it's the blue hour of the day.
by Lorna Crozier
