On Fall Equinox she begins two lists
in preparation for the new years of
the Semitic and Celtic traditions—
events she’s borrowed to organize time.
List time harvests her year’s experience:
its highs and lows, wins and losses, changes
of direction, processes, products and
List time revises
past lists and poems, blog posts and fallow fields
List time slows down emotions that
hurried and blinded her to her power.
List time acknowledges offenses, asks
forgiveness, feeds the hungry, drinks deeply.
She’ll burn the first at Hallowmas:
what she wills herself to cease clinging to
in habit, thought and deed—what deadened walls
she’s built and joined that should admit sunlight—
what walls under construction need delays
and alterations—more, too.
determinedly, she turns awareness toward
details, powerful possibilities
hidden by running, hiding, hoarding and
averting eyes from what she knows inside.
She’ll love the second, claiming and listing
those qualities and leadings she’ll nurture
forward into their next incarnations,
fruit she’ll preserve and bulbs she’ll plant alone
or with others, her prayers and positive
babies to feed and learn
from, youth to teach, empower and befriend,
movements to join, support and further
step after another, no going back,
no fear of change and strange and fire this time.
My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast