Five Poems

by Miriam Sagan


the house contains an ocean
living room furniture is islands
and even at low tide I have to wade
ankle deep
just to make myself
a cup of coffee

thorn fence
full of red finches
will blossom crimson
fill with bees
from the neighbor’s hives—
even the
the heart remains


aphasic who cannot speak,
or petty one who says nothing deep,
still without my father and mother
I wouldn’t be here to see
this star flooded street
at two o’clock in the morning
at the edge of the desert

Our Lady of the Star,
small painted church,
names of the dead
hum with the sound of the sea
like a giant shell—
and the gravestones tilted
carved with mossy dates
ring like tossing buoys…

the angel landed
and clapped both hands
in front of my open eyes—
somewhere, deep in my body
the genome
stood up and started walking

Miriam Sagan’s most recent book is A GEOGRAHIC: A Memoir of Time and Space from Casa de Snapdragon (2016).She blogs at Miriam’s Well and directs the creative writing program at Santa Fe Community College in New Mexico.

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  1. Pingback: Poetry Month #10: I Hadn’t Written Any Poetry in Six Months by Miriam Sagan | Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond

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