Poem to Lost Poems by Catherine Zickgraf

Poem to Lost Poems

At the riverbank, she writes

while her letters stretch wings,

slip wind, skim away.

So she shelters her words, 

nails wood without hinges to the floor,  

singes the threshold and corners.

Groundwater carves the chalk rock. 

She’s learning to touch darkness 

in the humid chill of earth’s stone web, 

in moss-floored pools that shadow-shift 

with a breath of candlelight.

Still the arch outside connects the riversides, 

brides of the rapids flow home to sea 

with the surfaced words of she who 

sees now with mind, not eyes.  

Where rivers scoop lakes at their estuaries, 

a marble she holds encases the oceans.  

Seeking the self inside, 

she polishes the sky’s eye.

Pulling rope up the bank side, 

she swings into the long line of horizon

Two lifetimes ago, Catherine performed her poetry in Madrid. Now her main jobs are to write and hang out with her family. Her work has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Press, and The Grief Diaries. Her chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press.

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