Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

Naming The Waves by Alison Prine

Above the harbor these clouds refuse to be described	
except in the language with which they describe themselves.
I stand here in the morning stillness.

Which is of course not a stillness, 	
the sky spreading open in the East with amber light
while drifting away to the West.

Here I an sense how the world 
spins us precisely in its undetectable turn
somehow both towards and away.

The blue of the harbor holds	
the sky in its calm gaze.
This is a love poem, be patient.

Between you and me nothing leaves	
everything gathers.
I will name for you each wave rolling up on the harbor sand:

this is the first breath of sleep
this the cloth of your mother’s dress
this the cadence of our long conversation

I want to show you how everything	
on this harbor has been broken;
shells, glass, rust, bones and rock—

Crushed into this expanse of glittering sand,	
immune to ruin, now rocking
in the slow exhale of the tide.

~ from Healing the Divide: Poems of Kindness and Connection 
(Green Writers Press 2019)


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