February 2022

Hungry Imagination

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All our lives we’ve lived in a cold climate,
bones breathing in midnight’s fertile darkness.
Imagining appearances (Have we met before?)
Hovering in shadows (Do you believe in ghosts?)
 
How could we ever know to keep returning—
after flooding, after fire, like seeds
floating through ink-stained skies
to find their exact place.
 
Here. Hidden in your hungry imagination
lies this sacred woodland,
just like it used to be—only small enough
to hold in the palm of your hand.