I
Gentle slopes upward
Pulsing green layers, sod, clay
O weighted blankets
mold me to the mould, tucked in
On my way to fossilhood
II
Scattered up in piles
Cold scooped boulders, lichen brushed:
Clots of the Earth’s blood
only an angel could shift
welled up to protect the veins
III
Glass, undisturbed, luminous:
The lake crowning the mountain
Gold with silence, its
Snow white banks demonstrate
Difference in density, not matter
—
CJ Brady is a student of the MFA poetry program at Old Dominion University whose work often explores the meeting of inner and outer worlds. Outside of her formal studies, she enjoys engaging in as many creative pursuits as possible, including film scoring, orchestral flute, and audio engineering.
