If I Must Leave
I would take:
one last look
across the fields
the touch of wind
on my cheek
a rock from the pile
thrust to the surface
by frost heaves
then picked by hand
the smell of new bales
golden green
in early evening light
the song my grandmother
sang as we walked
along dusty roads
a handful of dirt
from my mother’s garden
to someday
bless my own
a snowflake
pressed between the pages
of a book and dried
as if I could
as if I could
leave this place
and never return
~ 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
Editor’s note: This post is from Home and Away – a sequel to the bestselling Writing the Land (2007). Look for one poet to be featured each day as Alberta poets ponder the question “what is home?†and explore our complex relationship with working on, living with, exploiting and protecting our land and our home. For more information about the project, click here.
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