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208 pages, Paperback
Published March 23, 2021

At the age of 18
I am experiencing how black and brown can glow.
And glow I will, glow we will, vibrantly, colorfully;
not as a warning, but as promise,
that we will set the sky alight with our magic.

Something I’ve forgotten calls me away
from the picnic table to tall trees…
Now like a child, I sit down, lie back,
look up at the crowns of maple,
Needled spruce and a big-hearted boxwood.
Fugitive birds dart in and out…
Clouds range in the blue sky
above earth’s great geniuses
of shelter and shade.

the leaves believe
such letting go is love
such love is faith
such faith is grace
such grace is god
i agree with the leaves

Naomi Shihab Nye
Over The Weather
We forget about the spaciousness above the clouds
but it's up there. The sun's up there too.
When words we hear don't fit the day,
when we worry
what we did or didn't do,
what if we close our eyes,
say any word we love
that makes us feel calm,
slip it into the atmosphere
and rise?
Creamy miles of quiet.
Giant swoop of blue.
Danusha Laméris
Improvement
The optometrist says my eyes
are getting better each year.
Soon he'll have to lower my prescription.
What's next? The light step I had at six?
All the gray hair back to brown? Skin
taut as a drum?
My improved eyes and I
walked around town and celebrated.
We took in the letters
of the marquee, the individual leaves
filling out the branches of the sycamore,
an early moon.
So much goes downhill: joints
wearing out with every mile,
the delicate folds of the eardrum
exhausted from years of listening. I'm
grateful for small victories.
The way the heart still beats time in the
cathedral of the ribs.
And the mind, watching its parade of
thoughts, enter and leave,
begins to see them for what they are:
jugglers, fire swallowers, acrobats,
tossing their batons into the air.
Lahab Assef Al-Jundi
Moon
Companion of lonesome hearts.
Dreamy shepherd of starry-eyed lovers.
Cratered dusty-faced rock.
This night you shine through
is just a shadow.
Our smallness makes us believe
the whole universe is immersed in
darkness. Midday sun burns on the other
side. Daylight everywhere!
Moon,
perhaps you are here to illuminate
our illusion?
If all suns are extinguished,
all moons and planets collapsed
into black holes,
what tint would space be?
What are colors without eyes?
How do we sense a vibrating universe?
Go ahead and laugh, hanging moon, I
raise my cup to you—
patient teacher.