Thaw

This entry is part 67 of 95 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2010-11

 

If I were a brook I would unwind
like a spool in the sun, shake my green
maracas with sequined stones.

If I were a beet in the soil I’d pulse
like a heart, pull myself out
of my muddy shroud.

If I were a bowl of new
steamed rice I’d curl fringes of steam
and float a grateful face above it.

All over the newly bare field, melting
voices— whispering, murmuring, sighing
and gurgling a hundred ways at once.

Luisa A. Igloria
02 18 2011

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