THIS IS HOW I CONNECT WITH YOU
all lissom-like the elm trees bend
seawind lifts and scents my hair
my tongue flattens, no a, e, i, or u
to round to words, to keep earth-bound
I soar blue-black, wings wide
take pleasure in the lemon-streaked sky
there are shapes in evening’s clouds
cat morphs into wolf, dog-bear, whale
a moment comes and passes, a word
bittersweet – and twilight is here
we sigh sing-song under the bright weight
of moon, the graceful pines, and the sea
—Yvette Doucette. In a Burst of Yellow Blossoms. Saturday Morning Chapbooks, 2014.
Deirdre Kessler selects a poem a month by an Island poet for The Buzz.