Imagine It
Imagine it—the space where that split
does not exist, dark and half-forgotten
A wide river, fields of wild grass
You know the worst stories—
the terror and grief
ancient as the sword and the clock
Now’s your chance—earth, body, womb, night—
imagine it. We are always
reinventing the world
Begin where you are: light
through liquid amber leaves
silver-gray grasses
lying down toward winter
draped along the bed of the dry marsh
waiting for rain. Begin now
with me. All this light—
more than the eye or the mind or the heart
can take. Do you see
how our skin melts into it?
Whatever darkness holds the seed
is always moving, opening to light, petals
becoming formless sky. Imagine it—
a seed like a closed fist opening
Your life like that
no matter how you hold what you hold.
—Elizabeth C. Herron
“Imagine It” is taken from Insistent Grace. Copyright © 2020 by Elizabeth C. Herron. Used by permission of Fernwood Press. All rights reserved. www.fernwoodpress.com. Photo by Dustin Humes, via Unsplash.
“All this light—“