“do you see the wild fennel bulbs I gathered for you
olallieberries, new-mown grass, the tender fruits of the coastal fig?
I put them on paper, too, so fragile. for nothing is ever going to last”

-D.A. Powell, “Corydon & Alexis”

I do not feel so strong today
the thought of any action a lurch inside me
even desires and needs-musts feel like
a roil in my blood

I wish not to pass the days like this
unable to step out into the rays of sunlight
without unease and trepidation at the
thought that it will not last

not even these words written so fragile
unfit to weather such storms as I find within myself
no reinforcements to the walls I built
as a fortress for word and thought

I am not so strong today
all I have are these words and roils churning
thoughts boiling in hopes of a sunny day
to ease the trepidations

MA in Classics: Latin poetry as well as myth and folklore. Writes mostly poetry and book reviews. Part-time Latin tutor: https://latinbyabby.wordpress.com/

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