Sentry Potential

Photo by Jessica Furtney on Unsplash

This whole outpouring, as many of you know, is my attempt to show my work, to reveal what poetry looks like (for me) in its new and unfinished form. Which is to say, I am revealing my first drafts. Today’s breath feels particularly half-formed, just notes to help me recall the thing I wanted to express.

To stand in a square

anywhere in Savannah,

to bask in shade more ancient, even, than the brick-lined street

is to know:

Nature is ready

to overtake even the genteel places of the human world

the second we stop pushing her away.