Spring

Before I was born I was water.

I thought of this sitting on a blue

chair surrounded by pink, red, white

hollyhocks in the yard in front

of my green studio. There are conclusions

to be drawn but I can’t do it anymore.

Born man, child man, singing man,

dancing man, loving man, old man,

dying man. This is a round river

and we are her fish who become water.

–Jim Harrison, from Saving Daylight

 

 

This poem speaks to the cycle of birth and death. Write your own poem exploring these themes.
Focus on an image in nature. A tree, bird, pond. Allow the image itself to teach you about the human condition. Journal your responses.
Write a poem or prose piece about water and your relationship to it.

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