Hello, blog readers, and welcome to another installment of Pick-a-Poem. Hopefully this post will inject some much-needed poetry into your week. We do this every Wednesday, so if you’re looking for more poems featured by the Jet Fuel blog, come back next Wednesday! For now, our poem comes from the very helpful Poetry Daily. Today we feature a poem called Talking about the Wind, which is written by Katie Peterson.
According to her page on the Poetry Daily website, Katie Peterson “is the author of two other collections of poetry, This One Tree and The Accounts. She was born in California, and she is Professor of the Practice of Poetry at Tufts University.”
Talking about the Wind, by Katie Peterson
to invoke the
We do the same to them.
I hate to say the spring. It’s become
bone-deep routine. Nice going,
or bluster, even the little
leaves that top
(shrunk coinage) you take
charge and a share
of everything, leaving the roots
and skeletons of these, who say
to say them to you all year,
with what you’ve done,
do now, and soon will. Opposites
I say, always the most
taxing. That one tree
without moving willing to walk
into the wind all by her heroic lonesome
until my eyes move and her branches
tie her to a sister next to her. Even
my winnowing self, which loves distinctions,
confuses her with her.
With these actions your world
takes off a layer from us.
A hand mimes a knife drop, as practice.
I’m close to nothing
all at once, and it makes
small sense, as much as
talking about the wind as an amount,
paid or refused. Or throwing my love
as I always do
over sleeping things, the slow, and what the wind
makes by blowing over,
and then throwing myself over my love—
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