New Shoots
by Lisa
Fields
I am not a
traveler—
my roots
are loath
to leave
their bed
disturb
new shoots
that
stretch
to drink the
light
that falls
at the
angle of their need—
past places
have no pull,
no call that
plucks my cells
to turn my
healing
back in
time—
cruelties
impacts
press
and burn—
implore
the deepest place
to speak,
expanding
truth’s
bright
breath—
until the
scars
grow
supple,
fading
as the
buds
of my
awakening
drink the
light
I choose
to see
trickled
from the river’s hand
sparked
by the dry
earth’s touch
* * * * *
Lisa
Fields lives in Southwestern New Mexico.
Writing poetry expresses her desire to be immersed in a state of balance. Her
inspiration comes from the joy of wild places and the challenge to live happily
in the domesticated world. She is a contract writer for Quirine Ketterings,
Professor of Nutrient Management in Agricultural Systems, Cornell University,
Ithaca, NY. In her home state of NY, Lisa served the farming community as an
Extension educator for 10 years, and then worked for 10 years as a
self-employed advisor.
This captures my feeling rather deeply. Besides, we know we "can't go home again."
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