Lisa Kilhefner and Diane Mayr

Diane Mayr

Inspiration piece



Lisa Kilhefner


My garden, it is yours to see and touch
and wander into. Watch the posies, calm
along the breath of wind. They mind so much
the day’s surrender to the moon. The psalms
and riddles fill my paper, and my mind.
I can’t escape the words, they chase me through
the lilacs and the daffodils; they find
me where I sleep (and where I don’t). Do you
know how to make them slow in their pursuit? I fear
I’ll always feel them on my back. A sprout
is pushing through the soil. It’s growing clear
that I am locked behind these heavy doors;
still robed in white, I’ll lose this earthly war.

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