I will speak one day
when the world doesn’t bruise my lips,
when my words are not overripe,
when the wasps disperse,
when the fruit is firm.
Then I will speak of gorgeous scars
and rough truths found
at the bottom of dry wells,
and I will speak of slim silent animals
grazing at dusk, and of the rising wind
flinging her willow green hair against the sky.
And I will speak of the quilt of night sewn
by dark hands ancient and terrible,
dark hands that reach through
centuries of rivers,
to grasp and guide my own.
Pauline Peters lives in Toronto, Canada. Her work has been published in The Fiddlehead, PRISM international, The Malahat Review and elsewhere. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and her chapbook The Salted Woman is available through Hedgespoken Press.