Wild Mind
by Carmen Germain

—for Ron Koertge

and signs and abominations
and what we were born for, dogs

bouncing the fields—cur, mutt, stray.
When we find a few friends, we crash

through trees, when we taste blood
we’re bound to it,

and the night paces
the way it is, a fine excess of sound

and the river sings, walking
with the bear, living a long time alone.

We howl in this wild good fortune
sharpen our part of speech—

who goes there, the dead and the
living? And out of nature, yellow silk

of yard light, spilling house

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 4.

placesaver2Carmen Germain is the author of These Things I Will Take with Me (Cherry Grove). Recent work has appeared in Poet lore, The Comstock Review, and The Naugatuck Review. She lives in Washington state and northern British Columbia.

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