Stacy M. shared a collage of poems from a poetry series she’s been working on, as well as a short reading.
Crayfish picked her way over rocks
at the edge of her barely thawed lake.
I had been gazing at the
trying-to-warm blue sky,
conversing with beyond the clouds
attempting tenuous trust,
delegating control that was
not mine to hand over.
Universe winked me a sign:
as I turned to go, there underwater
Crayfish caught my eye, stumbling
over pebbles and waterlogged leaves
unthreatened but groggy
facing spring rebirth challenges
cares unshared with a human world
“you just wait to regenerate” she said
“the time will come for you all
to shed fear
and make your way forward
into the world.”