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Slope of the Child Everlasting - Laurie Kutchins
Togwotee
Atop this white divide be still, be the horned owl after hunger.
Marry my little ear to a stone in the wind’s two-ocean river.
Churn me open, spawn of death, spine of summer thunder.
Bring mud and hummingbird back to rock, cloud, river.
Then teach me winter. Let me learn leaving and returning are the same
Yearning of breath: you can go anywhere from here murmurs upriver.
Remember mother-of-pearl, father wading out to fish the sandbar.
Remember silt and eggs, the child of clay, the slope below the river.
Let mouth be our meeting, brother to the ocean’s inland quiver,
Sister into snow driven seven directions down river.
Song of the Turtle Unburrowing
Was it the sweet smell
of the thalia daffodil
that woke me,
the ruckus of the garden lunging
back into the world,
was it the urge
of the bloodroot?
Under leaf-mold,
under old grass cuttings
beside the southern
brick of a house
my blunt red eyes
have opened.
Not the bright smiling red
of cardinals flashing
in the leafing woods
not the redbud red—
double doses of beauty—
not me.
I was always the earth’s
brown-red, almost
bereft green,
always the stone’s
circular endurance.
Am I loved?
I dreamed all winter
I lived inside the soft
red cup of the tulip.
I was alchemical
without shell,
my shadow so gold
it could blind.
But look,
I still come back
like rock
caked with mud.
Deep in the subtle
mulch I risk
the spring wind
teasing my beak
as if it wished
I were the robin
flittering to remake
the nest in the mock
orange shade
I’ll summer under.
If I had song
nimble enough
for the sky
how quick
the mockingbird
would lift it,
my earthborn music
how quick
it would fall and
burrow back.
Skin
Everything has a voice, even the skin
the black snake left beside the house
the day the golden tulips bloomed
and overpowered the sun. Never seen,
that snake leaves its skin behind
each spring like a secret gift
no longer dark or urgent without
its body. Oh
look at me, I’ve grown
and grown more beautiful, its voice
thralls from the grass, all
its language new and moving
in the skin like thunder
gathering into a noon
yet to form:
Have you heard me
down in the ductwork
of your house
living on mice?
Have you lived yet
a day without fear?
If not skin, what
will you come to shed?
April Nights
Moon, like a husk of corn in the making.
It’s empty again, small farmhouse across the road.
The white clapboard glowing its own.
Wide-eyed and croupy at four A.M., outside in my arms,
my toddler who is learning to talk stops coughing,
notices over us the whisker of moon
and wheezes, where’s grandpa?
These nights in the country,
once the dogs are quiet: so much silence
and then a whole question,
a car making the curve
or a blouse of wind sounding like the sigh
of someone pulling through a coma,
at last the other side.
And the moon again. Husk in the making.
The Voice Outside
What was it
the voice said to no one
a few moments ago?
I was walking across the grass
crossing from shed to house,
I was going
to write it down.
It’s April
and I was