Today's poem is by Megan Gannon
Testament
You're learning patterns
to tell your children: close
to the sowing and lappingsalt blue the weather's warmer;
the earth only shakes
on certain edgesof a continent long ago
cut adrift by shifting centers.
You are learningbackwards. There's hardly time.
Building houses closer
to mountains, tunneling deeperthrough to new light,
you love all things
you've come closest toowning, name
with the same thousand
sounds: the leaf you findtrembles like your own
aspen hand, the sky
remains bluer than any breathyou can't imagine. Losing
ways of speaking, turning
all tongues to one won't bring younearer to hearing. The trees
are breathing; the ground
is opening its mouths.
Copyright © 2006 Megan Gannon All rights reserved
from The Laurel Review
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