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Sage Cohen


The Unified Field

A vacuum is not empty.

Stillness is not still.

 

May we rise again in blueberries

that nourished the bird that nourished

 

the cat that nourished the coyote.

May the scatter of feathers make a pattern

 

for navigating the darkness.

Gravity cannot unify the family

 

before the car hit the guard rail

with after.

 

May there be some way

to enter, then crawl, then stand

 

in the son’s empty bedroom

everything just

 

as he left it.

Generation. Transmission. Integration.

 

May the hunger that is death that is life feed you.

May what has been taken make way

 

for what is coming.

May the sun lift the heavy-headed bud.

 

May the petals give way to the gloss of leaf

to the bare shoulder of winter.

 

May spring come again.

May the earth hold us rooted and send

 

the ground up through our feet.

May the women stand together

 

at the gate, hold hands

and sing.


Dear Redbud,

Today Theo and I collected
your fallen hearts, pressed
 
them inside of my I Ching where,
like wishes, they will become forever
 
fixed, vein-stained with their moment
of departure. You were a wedding
 
gift. It was spring and everything
was possible. Ardent bark
 
and lustrous leaf, you blazed. Now,
you are tentative, leaning a little
 
as if resisting the burden
of representation. Shy of color
 
and circumstance. I want to cover
your bare shoulders, your many
 
empty arms. As if winter were
something I could spare you.
 
As if letting go were not
the only way to begin.

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Sage Cohen is the author of the poetry collection Like the Heart, the World from Queen of Wands Press and the nonfiction books Fierce on the PageWriting the Life Poetic, and The Productive Writer, all from Writer’s Digest Books. She offers information and inspiration for poets and writers on her website.


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