|
SONDRA UPHAM |
| Freight | |
| 2000, 36 pages |
| "Freight's
poems spring up spare and clear, out of the thickness of experience. They
trust the energy of each truly perceived moment to be radiant and poignant." —Marie Ponsot |
Naming It
At midnight, a cry—
half cat-snarl,
half child-shriek.
To calm myself,
I name it—black-crowned night heron,
picture it, wandering
in the dark of another's sleep,
then static
in the marsh moonlight,
seconds before it tenses,
plunges its bill into placid water.