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I can’t fit words around
a feeling I carry
sweeter than sadness
sliding past the shape of questions.
As I snip parsley from its blue pot
I consider how
each injury a leaf suffers
triggers an electric charge,
the way an alarm flashes
as a building is breached.
everything was its own kind of awake.
Honeysuckle vine and bees visiting it.
Air trapped in a room, the room itself.
Dark watchful eyes of animals,
wild speech of water,
still presence of stone.
into unseen universes
awake beyond our small knowing.
Although thank is too weak a word
I want to thank this parsley plant.
Is it enough to notice each leaf’s symmetry
before the soft green shush under my scissors?
Is it enough to taste the transfiguration
we call photosynthesis?
I can’t put it into words,
but can almost summon
lost memories of an original
language we once held in common.
Laura Grace Weldon was named 2019 Ohio Poet of the Year. She has published three poetry collections: Portals, Blackbird, and Tending. Laura works as a book editor, teaches writing, and maxes out her library card each week.