by Laure-Anne Bosselaar
when a branch pulls at my sleeve
like a child’s tug, or the fog, reticent & thick,
lifts—& strands of it hang like spun sugar
in branches & twigs, or when a phoebe
trills from the hackberry,
I believe such luck
is meant for me. Does this happen to you?
Do you believe at times that a moment
chooses you to remember it & tell about it—
so that it may live again?
First published in Lily Poetry Review, #7, Winter 2022, and on Vox Populi on 11 June 2022. Also in The Wonder of Small Things: Poems of Peace & Renewal, edited by James Crews (North Adams, Massachusetts: Storey Publishing, 2023, page 22). I am reminded of Anaïs Nin, who said, “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect,” and of Mary Oliver, whose “Instructions for living a life” were to “Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”