Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 3 is now online. Enjoy new poems by M. Ross Henry, Carmen Germain, Catherine Moore, Erin Rodoni, Sarina Bosco, Diana Smith Bolton, SarahJordan Stout, Christina Seymour, Jan Bottiglieri, Sara Henning, Allison Joseph, Corrie Williams Kentner, Anthony Botti, Kathleen Brewin Lewis, Doug Ramspeck, Elise Gregory, Julia Bouwsma, Knud Sorensen (Translated by Michael Goldman), Jess Williard, Adam Penna, Jennifer Stewart Miller, Katie Manning, Eloisa Amezcua, Givhan Jennifer, Ann E. Michael, Simon Perchik, Sara Biggs Chaney, Jacqueline Balderrama, Alessandra Bava, Tina Richardson, and Alina Stefanescu. Reviews of Spencer Reece, Laura Madeline Wiseman, and Anne Marie Macari by David Seter, Corrinne Adams, and Cindy Snow.
arrives. The late light turning
on me draws the day closer, the east
meadow beyond a grove of birches, some animal
stirring at the edge of sight. Peering out.¬
Let it happen—release, release—like the wind
riffling through the trembling ferns after two days
of rain. In places only whispering birds fly to, everything
collapses into green shadows, my eyes
adjusting to the faceless dark.
I remember a time being afraid
of it even when I was most hidden. Now it feels safe,
the way the perfect dark lets it all pass
without comment, marking each thing.
What I wanted earlier
out of this day stalled under the furious summer sun,
my stubborn seeing only one thing at a time. Everything
in the growing blackness declares itself, unlocking the night
Something looks back from the flickering trees,
knows me for who I am.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 1.
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