Brenna’s Reviews > Zero at the Bone > Status Update

in the wide open, I walk through
the reedy susurrations
of winter’s meadow that tell me
things change,
get on with your life,
reaved seedpods underfoot
and the tidal sky, the mob
of lost geese.

- Notes from Vermont

Yesterday I threw a snowball and watched a dog chase nothing in particular. Things dissolve like that, in mid-air, even in February when I imagine desire is as endless as wind.

- Housefire

As for the drunken spruce,
the land shifts: a convection
of bodies such as ours.
As for the quaking aspen,
the sunken icegods: a sibilance.
Like dwellers we burrow.
Like kings we make portage.

April and ladybugs fill the house… A dear man calling the turkeys in the field. Then the first green… the unrecoverable code of treefrogs in the pond we circled in the old year… Sometimes the little things: trillium in the woods, the red wing of the blackbird, rhubarb and fiddleheads, wild berries, a marsh hawk hunting… I walk knee-deep in the meadow: pink poppies, mint. These are field notes for healing.

architecture of a white house,
this draft of rooms, paramour planets,
children with gentle hands, kindling
piled near the moon’s pillar, this draft
of despotic love, then distance, vacancy

- Early Snow

You hold up a mirror for fifteen dollars:
I see cheekbones and clouds.
I see you sad. Then gone.

A father holds his baby like a newspaper.

- Brooklyn Morning