to account for my time on earth,
the speckled frolic in the pasture
out the window of a drive-by delivery,
how do you fold gauze
into a cocooned butterfly, wings tucked?
Don’t ask permission. Love what leans in
and drinks from eyes of horses,
horses I have yet to ride, combustion
of insects and heat. Don’t ask permission.
I have followed the centipede, worked alongside
all shapes of bees, twice watched infant spiders
hatched from egg sacks. Loved the invisible.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 26, Issue 2.
Lisa Wujnovich writes poetry at Mountain Dell Farm in Hancock, NY. Her chapbooks are Fieldwork and This Place Called Us, anthologies include Ghost Fishing, an Eco-Justice Poetry Anthology. Other poems appear in Collateral, Calyx, NOW, The Wide Shore, 5A.M., Naugatuck River Review, High Canary, and FEDCO catalog among others. I Know How to be Helpful, a limited edition, letterpress printed book by Z’roah Press features Lisa’s poem by the same name.
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