Now, my love wakes
to a christening of
birds // his feathers
flutter face-
like // nurse
the dawn’s
receding // if I
hold him, yes,
the world
foams // bloats
under mountain
breath, snow
stubble // worships
the gentle glimpsing
of a human’s
face // what is
waking? // a chapel
of unborn // cotton eyelids
warming themselves,
seeding, a breathing
ache // & little bodies
unwrapping
lightbeds — all that
tendering, all those hands
within
hands, dreaming …
Eartha wishes to live simply, kindly, and most certainly by a river. Her work is published or forthcoming in Wildness, Rabbit, Minarets, Frozen Sea, South Florida Poetry Journal, JMWW, LEON Literary Review, Arboreal Magazine, ELJ Editions, Boats Against the Current, the Basilisk Tree, the Stirling Review, Where the Meadows Reside, Eucalyptus Lit, Uppagus, Discretionary Love, Sour Cherry Magazine, Revolute, & Eunoia Review, among others. She is a poetry editor at three journals and dreams of birds.