Silent Poetry Reading

As called for by the lovely Reya, Creating Text(iles) provides poetic text, which you may now silently read, in honor of Brigid, who is sharing her Sacred Holy Feast Day with about 15 other entities and events.

Though, really, if you read it aloud, Reya will never know, unless you're at the same browser.

I'm just saying.

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Western Medicine
(for Sam)

Coyote, your first.
Revelation: all is as described.

Infinite as it gets, the line
Of the horizon. Detail accrues.
Turquoise bead rescued by ants,
Scorpion under the scrub,
Rattler behind the rock,
And in the road, a coyote,
Lean, ragged, dun brown, walking sand.

You have been warned, last chance
For water, unless there's
Too much of it. Rain,
Unseen, miles away,
Sweeps down the arroyo.

Here's what you came for.
In your palm, an agate,
banded: russet, gold, brown.
The further inward the farther
The horizon, solidity opening
Up, and on the edge, far away,
Cloud in the blue.

--- Anne Brannen
2003

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Don't forget to email Reya or me, if you're participating, and posting a poem -- either your own or someone else's -- on your blog. Those of you who find yourself blogless, but wish to participate, and leave poems in the comments sections, as my former student has done -- well, hey. I think that counts.