I.
A woman who looks in the mirror
sees behind her
shapes
much like herself:
blue heron in tree pose,
heliotrope Chinese Houses
in the garden.
II.
A woman who bathes
in water like glass,
feels it shatter inside her.
In her mouth,
cross as a gull’s beak,
sea stars shorn from salt marsh.
III.
A woman who breaks a branch
of a manzanita,
desires its color,
the red so like a
garnet fastened to the sun.
IV.
A woman who watches everything
knows of regeneration:
the grace of the manzanita,
the grace of the sea star,
each her quiet enterprise.
-Barbara Sorensen
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Barbara, I love this poem. I have found it really stuck with me after you read it at group. The imagery is so clear and simple and powerful, and I love the structure and pacing, and the way it comes together at the end. Also, just can't live without this thought: she desires its color. Exquisite as garnets.
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