Wherever you’ve gone, I hope you can hear me.
I have stuff to tell you. Things have happened

in the year since you’ve been gone. We’re still dying
of virus and politics and the climate

is the same unsettled mess, but now there’s
inflation, the Ukraine, and mad resistance.

We stumble in your burnished world. Once you
asked, what is a sacrament? Is it the brief love

you described? Woman in the orange robe,
may you rest in low fields with thistle

and sweetgrass and the earthworm odor of soil
and may you feel serenity and slippery joy

wherever you are, but here without you,
February’s slate sky is sending us snow.


Title is from the Heart Sutra.



Wendy Taylor Carlisle lives and writes in the Arkansas Ozarks. She is the author of four books and five chapbooks and 2020 winner of the Phillip Mc Math Award for The Mercy of Traffic (Unlikely Books, New Orleans).

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