Tricia Knoll Verse-Virtual 2018 February

February 2018

2018 is beginning with solid resistance building on the West Coast to many wrong-headed government moves. February brings up the heads of hellebores and the tips of daffodils. I look forward to the release from Antrim House of How I Learned to Be White in the coming months.

Luminous

This hour grows dark. Again.
Day too short to rake the fallen.

Yogis and mystics beseech
inner light. Rosary. Buddha.

We gather for candles,
I light yours, you light his.

Hold onto this brilliance
even into after-images.

So much seems at stake,
pinned with bad intention.

Be grateful for seaglass,
last rose on a thorned bush,

the return of hungry crows.
He lights hers.

She lights the stranger’s.

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