Gaia
by Jenny Ward AngyalGibsonville, North Carolina, USA a boulder lieswhere the glacier left it—clear as crystalthe old crone’s memoryof fire and of ice graniteunder a thin peltof grass . . .climbing the hillher bones grow weary paper birchesbending to sweepthe earthshe brushes a leaffrom her hem a cedarat the top of the knollriven long agoby lightning . . .the rain in her hair empathycarved deep in the barkof a sapling . . .gnarled fingers tracethe lines of her scars ~red lights 18:2, June 2022
