Poem From Ter

 

i want to be held the way a leaf holds sunlight—

a gentle cupping, a refractive glow.

i want to be rocked by the wind

to the rhythm of creaky whispers, the melodic babbling

amidst chirping birds and leaf blowers.

this creek is not, not of the city.

it cannot promise the silence

or solitude one might ask of siloed nature.

but i do not ask for this.

i am pleased enough with morning sunbeams

like mason jars filled with spring’s freshest pollen—

falling into the cupped hands of new growth.

this is a galaxy to someone, somewhere,

and a pleasant coincidence to me.

and like that, the leaf lets go of the sunlight

just how i wish to be released from the arms of love—

an ostensible reality of this dimension,

a purported product of linear time.

the sunlight finds itself anew,

soaking the edges of a branch above

on which a sparrow finds a seat. dripping,

its beige feathers glow golden like

the dewy promise of an angel

who finds a pleasant coincidence in me.

~ter booth