from Spring Psalter
By Nate Pritts
Darling, I leave you the forever unblooming
twig half-sunk in spring mud & the Nature that allows
such delicate & lasting atrocity.
Darling, darling, darling: my voice is a branch that would reach.
I leave you the ragged sky, once full of cloud & now
not. I leave you these things just as I leave
you: graceful passage from one something to the next.
Darling, even in this my voice dissipates
into hush & whiffs of light, sun-thrown, hurtle into the ground.
Nate Pritts, "from Spring Psalter" from The Wonderfull Yeare (a shepherd’s calendar). Copyright © 2009 by Nate Pritts. Reprinted by permission of Cooper Dillon Books. www.cooperdillon.com
Source:
The Wonderfull Yeare (a shepherd’s calendar)
(Cooper Dillon Books, 2009)
