Givens
By Suzanne Edison
In the newspaper, inevitable disasters are there, waiting—
another forest, another animal species, another language,
will disappear unprotected—forgive us
I check on the raspberry patch, this year’s harvest, meager, and know
the wild rats have been up early, beat me to them—
When I say wild, pollen dusts my heart and I wonder—will there be children
—forgive us
I can hold the wren’s wing, but not her extinguished song, cupped
in my hands—I can bury her, forgive the hungry hawk—
won’t my demise be snatched by wind?
I don’t know how to stop whatever is bent on destruction—Suzanne Edison’s book, Since the House Is Burning, was published in 2022 by MoonPath Press. Her chapbook, The Body Lives Its Undoing, was published in 2018. Poetry can be found in The Missouri Review, Solstice Literary Journal, Quartet Journal; Gyroscope Review; The Nature of Our Times; Whale Road Review; Lily Poetry Review; and elsewhere. She lives in Seattle, is an avid gardener, and cloud-watcher. See seedison.com
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Beautiful. Makes me want to cry, and go run through my yard barefoot, savoring every plant, tree, and animal. Thank you. 💙
"I don’t know how to stop whatever is bent on destruction—"
oooo. oh, that. what an ending.