Issue Five

Autumn 2012


Early May on the Baltic Sea

Downy birch stand on both sides
of the road, a hundred white soldiers
at ease with everything
that travels along the dusty asphalt.

Their leaves are not early this year
but neither are they late
and if all things
maintain this mediocrity,
this year, we will be thankful.

My mother said a person lives
many lives in their lifetime. Clips
of routines that seem permanent
can change from sunrise to sunrise.
And a morning storm, here or there,
cannot hinder the noonday sun
from making its scheduled appointment.

And so the leaves will arrive in time
to wave the nightingale and warbler
into hiding, and they'll sing
the wisdom of holding small moments
for the listeners, drifting.


Suzanne Jean Johanson



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