April 20, 2019
by Catherine Garbinsky
Out in the orchard,
wasps are burrowing into ripe berries,
sweetness on the vine.
Today I affirm: to relish your sweetness,
but also the bitter and the bruised parts of you.
Gather the salt from my tears,
grind it down wit...
I stand on a fallen tree as if it were a balance beam, arms outstretched. You stand beside me, watchful and ready, but your arms are at your sides. I am alone as I step, one foot in front of the other, heel to toe, across the be...