September 2024
Siobhan Potter
potter.siobhan@gmail.com
Bio Note: I work as a verbal artist and body psychotherapist in Ireland. My practice, centered in relationship, explores the capacity of poetic form to midwife experience. I have poems published in oral and print form and I exhibit occasionally, in relational and participatory ways.

Everyday

	an Ingall’s winter in Dakota 
	
Every day entrenched, throat deep, loves blizzard adrift
Everyday arms, anvil forged, spade earth acrid
Every day, static apnea, scaffolds this snow-globed life
Everyday red, mantle topped fuchsia, pruned for extinction
Every day, the violence of water, a cause of delight...

Still. After Lawrence Ferlinghetti

I
I am
I am still
I am still waiting 
I am still waiting for you
I am still waiting for you to change
You said wait
I did
I am
Waiting 
Not still
for you
For you to let me go
For me to let go
Waiting
Still
I am
to be
I 
Still

©2024 Siobhan Potter
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