These Rocks

Shari Wagner Click to

Shari Wagner’s poems have appeared in North American Review, The National Wetlands Newsletter and Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac. Her collection of poetry is Evening Chore (Cascadia, 2005). She was a co-winner of Shenandoah’s Carter Prize for the Essay and currently teaches at the Writers’ Center of Indiana.

I want to know these scoured rocks
the way a blind woman knows her house,
understand their journey, listen

to the creak of a glacier in my bones.
I want to open the door for a pileated
woodpecker, catch splintering

water as it falls, dream beneath the hush
of hemlocks cresting the gorge and sense
in their darkness the absent river’s

surge. I want to feel the shift
of a continent, see orchids as snow falls,
then sink into pouches of jewelweed

filling Gypsy Gulch with a ginger glow.
I want to track wild turkeys
as they winter in Box Canyon, bend

low before their rafter of wings,
meet, palm to palm, my own blood-brother
in iron stains leaching through the wall.


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