Inside the body of the world
there lives a vine
that awakens
in footprints and rootprints,
that touches our suffering
that heals the broken earth
that intertwines our pulses
until our breaths carry a new seed
within them.
While we sleep rain saturates the land
and in the morning
a luminescence
tunnels through fog.
I want to be the world, freshly washed.
~ Karissa Knox Sorrell, from “Luminescence,” Gravel Magazine
Notes: Poem – Memory’s Landscape. Photo: wsj.com, May 17, 2018, Rodrigo Garrido