Poetry in Motion
September 12, 2019
From the pages of Issue 4: Plans Change
ATHENA FLIAKOS | AthenaFliakos.com
In March then the sun comes close
and the snow begins her melt
We go to the beach,
listen for heron landing
the buzzing of things.
A smell so close to the earth,
the fallen trees like soldiers fallen
for something bigger.
I keep thinking. And that is the problem.
When I cease in the activity of thinking
it is all well, the water runs,
the shape of oceans
we know everything about,
As a body I’m restless
climbing hills in all weathers,
hardly believing that Evil is a thing.
The snow a sparkle in the noonday sun
and bluebird, the sky a home for all fathers,
feathers of bird skins, shluffing.
The dog lifts her paws and listens for danger.
It would not be a sacrifice to give her life
for mine. She makes a point of it
to tell me this, writes a boundary around my
body to say she is mine alone.
And I am hers.
And life is being given.
Dog and woman And God.