By Jenny Ward Angyal
Gibsonville, North Carolina, USA
diving
into the cold depths
of fear . . .
until I remember
each wave is made of water
Gaia burning—
and yet
one dewdrop
magnifies the glory
of a beetle’s burnished wing
my bequest
to the seventh generation—
memories
of the deep green eden
your ancestors once knew
one by one
I drop these words
into a well—
bottomless,
brimming with stars
~Ribbons 17:3, Fall 2021