So that She Might Sing
in the wind
there is a whisper
a lament for rain
I hear her in the field
behind my grandparents’ house
where dust swirls
a shroud
I hear her in my mother’s garden
no weeds to pull
no strawberries to eat in secret
dirt wiped away with eager fingers
I hear her in my car
her sorrow a wail
as I sail past cattle grazing
grass that will not grow back
to feed them again
at night
I stand outside
listen to her words
as she mourns
rivers running dry
forests burning
she whispers her grief
with parched throat
swollen tongue
no cool drink
to moisten her mouth
so that she might sing
~ Angela Kublik
Angela Kublik is an Edmonton based writer whose poetry has appeared in The Prairie Journal,
Read Angela Kublik’s poetry:
– New Year
– Summer Away
– Fire Tower on Nose Mountain
– After School
– If I Must Leave
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