Braided Back by Lauren Donley

My mind treads ancient verses

and questions unasked swirl around me,

my thoughts as elliptic as the russet leaves

that I take communion with

srrendering under foot.

A glacial breeze bears pairs of Canada geese

onward to more temperate climates,

over countless obstacles determined to

break the bond they forged for life.

How many lonely mates return

year after year, over the very place

their beloved fell,

only to risk the same fate?

Instinct braids them back to ancient times

and migratory obligation.

“Trout shall turn in a pool,

and a storm shall gather.”

Categories: Issue 1 - Fall 2011, Periodicals, Poetry | Leave a comment

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