Today's poem is by Megan Harlan
Farsickness
rough translation of fernweh (Ger):
the opposite of homesickness.
Imagine a love turned out
as bread best castto the rivers, feedings
for smaller, far-flung thingsfire-flights of stillness,
forms alighting, then airborne,until the breeze begins
to feel like hunger,the wayward sweep of desire
for the holy wheelrotating foot, breath, and earth,
the pilgrim's chaff,frayed and heliocentric,
in need of distanceas a horizon of prayer
to both call and receive.
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from Mapmaking
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