* * *
all those years
walking in early-morning dark —
does Orion miss me?
* * *
I tend the trillium —
oak’s companions since forest-time —
do they know me?
* * *
insect on the car —
we’ve never met before now —
did you choose me?
* * *
leaf-footed bug —
Leptoglossus oppositus —
what name do you call yourself?
* * *
full moon wakes me —
my face, briefly bathed in moonbeams —
do iris buds feel it, too?
(c) draft, Mary Lee Hahn, 2024
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The Poetry Sisters’ challenge for this month was inspired by Rebecca Kai Dotlich and Georgia Heard’s, Welcome to the Wonder House. Our mission was to write about “unanswerable questions.” And though life seems often to be one unanswerable question (or unfathomable event) after another, I found it INCREDIBLY hard to write to this prompt. Luckily, Jane Hirschfield was able to offer assistance. In her new book, The Asking, she has several collections of small poems she calls “pebbles.” I’ve found these “pebbles” in several sections of the book, and it must have been more than coincidence that when I turned the page for today’s reading, there was [THIRTEEN PEBBLES]. Thank you, Jane.
Here’s what the rest of the Poetry Sisters are wondering about:
Liz @ Liz Garton Scanlon
Tricia @ The Miss Rumphius Effect
Tanita @ {fiction, instead of lies}
Laura @ Laura Purdie Salas
Sara @ Read Write Believe
Ruth has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town.
The image is via Unsplash.