I keep thinking I’ll get over these feelings,
my anger, my fear. How sitting around a table
I don’t really love anyone. But no.
These are the feelings I am called to have,
all of them. This is what I am being given to feel.
Stepping out on the porch I think I hear
the cry of geese in the morning sky. But it’s
just my neighbor up the hill, calling in her dogs,
softly, babytalking. Winter. Cold and dark.
What I don’t understand at first
is her babbling. Her quiet voice, like a mother’s.
from YOU NEVER KNOW, just released from Stephen F. Austin State University Press