POETESS AND STRANGER
445 E MITCHELL ST
UNIT A
PETOSKEY, MI
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HOURS
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MONDAY-SATURDAY
CLOSED SUNDAY
I am a poet
of the lake,
poetess, actually.
My hands gather
her fossil bones-
the calcium
drinks my fingertips
chalking them
white with dust.
My heart is here
although storms
never come-
just rain, anymore.
What if I drank
too much whiskey
one night
and then told the lake
that I was her
poetess forever.
Would she
reflect me differently-
a stranger forever?
Bah,
I can't care.
The storm passes us by
again
and I am still
and ever
your poetess
and stranger.
by Sarah Snider 7/20/19
OUR VISION
there has to be a place we start
somewhere we are allowed to
be curious and be curious
a place where women matter
a place of tenderness and conscience
a place for new voices and the natural world
a place whose purpose is to reveal the beauty
and magic in each of us
a place with a heart and a soul and
a mind for change
there has to be a place we start
to be the people our world needs
more healers and dreamers
more makers and menders and believers
there has to be a place we start
so let it be here.