Friday, January 23, 2009
This Just Out:
I'm honored to announce that Hollow Out has been nominated by New Rivers Press for the Griffin Trust Award For Excellence in Poetry and a 2009 PEN Literary Award.
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When weasels are out
after the first snowfall of the year
the elders tell me to walk with my mouth
shut tightly against the rivering wind
or the weasel, an opportunist,
will launch into the current’s lift
toward my dark throat
and tunnel my belly,
hollowing through the meat of me
along the canal to my navel and out
again into the cold blue world of ice
slowly moving toward us.
1
If I could just let it in—faith,
just open my mouth to it, it might
burrow to my core, uproot
all the twisting resolutions I’ve eaten
and tooth out space for an umbilical
to grow, connecting me to something
outside of myself. And I might know
the full-bellied satisfaction
of hope growing again inside of me,
and begin to hope that hope alone,
faith in anything,
may be buffer enough between me
and the oncoming collision.
2
When weasels are out
after the first snowfall of the year
the elders tell me to walk with my mouth
shut tightly against the rivering wind
or the weasel, an opportunist,
will launch into the current’s lift
toward my dark throat
and tunnel my belly,
hollowing through the meat of me
along the canal to my navel and out
again into the cold blue world of ice
slowly moving toward us.
1
If I could just let it in—faith,
just open my mouth to it, it might
burrow to my core, uproot
all the twisting resolutions I’ve eaten
and tooth out space for an umbilical
to grow, connecting me to something
outside of myself. And I might know
the full-bellied satisfaction
of hope growing again inside of me,
and begin to hope that hope alone,
faith in anything,
may be buffer enough between me
and the oncoming collision.
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- Kelsea Habecker
- Poet. Writer. Wanderer. kelsea.habecker@gmail.com