Donna Prinzmetal

The Origin of Sorrow,
by Donna Prinzmetal

I know you’ve seen this all along.
This has nothing to do with the way the earth gathers
beneath fingernails. You’ve been watching

the rattling words mounting in the distance,
listening to the crisp hollow sound that doubt makes
inside a canyon like birdseed scattered on

the pavement around a doomed bride and groom.
The trail narrows and I search for stanzas where
this winter tousles my hair and we stop together, stand oak-still

in the frail moonlight. I recognize this place like my own
hand or a kiss from my lover. Who has not found it
unacceptable to live a moment longer? The ground

has a softness to it, not mud, but a gentle give.
You know I long to be lupine, wild, and I hold
you like a ritual of the body, like bathing, the blue question

opening like the mouth of a cave ahead. We are still
here, holding the icy canyon walls in the dark, navigating
the rocky crevasses, as if it mattered.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 16, Issue 1.

Donna PrinzmetalDonna Prinzmetal is a poet, psychotherapist and writing teacher living in Portland. Donna’s publications include Prairie SchoonerThe JournalComstock Review, Cincinnati Review, and Arroyo. Her work has appeared in two anthologies: Chance of a Ghost and A Face to Meet the Faces.  Her book, Snow White, When No One Was Looking is scheduled for publication in May, 2014 with CW Books.

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