Illumination

Poem by Laurinda Lind

On the days I don’t
          drop dead
 
I see the scope kept
             in wild vines, voles,
             every vein,
 
roots, stubborn rhizomes
            driving deep
 
light as it leaches
            under doors
 
or the darker quiet
 
            when it comes
            call me a quickened clay.

Laurinda Lind lives in New York’s North Country. She is a Keats-Shelley Prize winner and a finalist in several other competitions, most recently the Poetry Super Highway contest.

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