Who even said I was a poet. Because I write
this down. I want bullet-like speed and precision
to show that this mind connects in ways of delight, and
also says truth way beyond the individual voice.
Thus I speak from the holy story, the ordinary story.
Thus I am married to the household gods, thus I aspire
to be the consort of heaven. Thus I am sad when the earth
is from me. We sleep together again. In no way will I
part from this union. And the sky who is my father
opens the world of the golden kingdom.
Even if I repeat what others say,
it becomes mine.
The famous Utah mountains embroidered in gold, russet
LET YOURSELF GO.
One thinks ‘the obvious’. You say it sounds so obvious.
I wanted to do something I called writing.
I think you have done it
It’s finished now.
It’s a new map
in a delicate space
For what once was growing there.
—Joanne Kyger from Just Space