“When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.” — John F. Kennedy
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Boris Schleinkofer, poetrywatch editor
WHAT DO YOU DO?
by Margaret Wild
I squat on the floor without shoes on
Between two big puddles of
Sunshine on the rug,
My back against the wall,
Feeling the heat
Near my feet
With a book in my hand.
It feels so grand as
I delve into the story
And forget everything else
For a while,
Especially the pain
Of Russia invading Ukraine
As my hands embrace the book.
I am not off the hook yet.
Eventually the puddle of sun disappears,
The room gets cold and my body is stiff.
I push myself up, stretch a bit,
Then place the book on a shelf
And, being a war baby myself,
End up listening to the evening news.
Heat, feet, hand, grand, pain, Ukraine,
Book, hook, shelf, myself, news, shoes,
Margaret Wild has been a lifelong fan of nature, and is known as an advocate for healthcare reform. The Pacific Northwest has been home for most of her life.
No breath drawn
by Timothy Pilgrim
Darkness separates Dipper handles,
until now allowed no stars —
not even pristine planets dolloped out
as shiny buoys. Suddenly, light
intent on us — kin in our own way
in mid-gorge. Burning white in black sky
shooting toward our carnage.
We pause, still hungry, no breath drawn.
A few look up, some of them kindle
distress signals, small campfires
lit with flint in high Salish meadows,
await the bright molten accretion,
new to deceit, lies, greed.
They fish, pan-fry rainbowed despair,
lie back, wait to be embraced
as naive aftermath streaks home.
Timothy Pilgrim, emeritus associate professor of journalism at Western Washington University, is the author of “Seduced by metaphor: Timothy Pilgrim collected published poems” (Cairn Shadow Press, 2021). His work can be found at timothypilgrim.org.