I am, whispers
a deep loss
through bent tree branches.
Trembling leaves
murmur,
do you remember
the breeze
and water cascading
over rocks?
We are dry,
drying,
dried
I am waits for rainwater
to drench and purify,
to restore life
yet neither sleeping
nor awake
the woods and river
in quietude
contemplate
uncertainty
—
Margaret R. Sáraco published two poetry collections, If There Is No Wind and Even the Dog Was Quiet (Human Error Publishing). She was recognized in the Laura Boss and Eyelands Book contests, won first prize for her poem “Dear Rorschach” in Moving Words, earned Honorable Mentions in the Allen Ginsberg Poetry contests and a Pushcart Prize nomination. Margaret is a member of Writing the Land, a collaboration between poets and protected lands.
