I am the author of 6½ collections of poetry. You can find my poems many places online and in print. What I love the most is sitting at my morning writing space, sometimes in a cafe, sometimes beside the lake, with my espresso and my stack of poetry books. That is church to me.
A gibbous moon landed
on the crowns of the locusts.
Shrubs and trees quivered with song.
Thoughts, those sweaty
Twilight, murmurous and warm,
swept into the space it was meant for.
Praise Your Life
When on a June morning heavy with rain,
you can taste the best cappucino
since Rome, in a cafe
with scarred maplewood tables,
a book of Caravaggio splayed open:
The Calling of St. Mathew
that could be set in a tavern,
a gambling den, a dank office where
tax collectors are counting their day¹s work,
while in the top right of the frame, a gold-
seared light slices in, and with it,
the figure of a god-made man—
a bolt of radiance shoots through
his finger, pointed as if to say: You,
it is you, I have called to this life.
The Doe That Appeared on the University Athletic Fields
into view rose
five feet or higher turning
in the thick summer air
she called the echoes from the grass
stopped the athletes in their games—
she pushed me off my treadmill mind
I was down on the grass
collecting awe in her wake
Living by Water
Give me the nearness of water—
boats cleaving wind-brushed
gem-green, molten grey and sails
birthing full colors to air—
the way a child might wish
for the sight of her mother
through an open door,
arc of her mother's hands
turning the pages of her book,
stirring the broth on the stove;
the ruffling of her skirts
as she moves, her hair
accepting whatever light
passes through the window.
Face upturned, arms and legs
splayed out in tall grass,
I could be a plant taking light,
making it food,
warmth seeping through skin,
flesh on the verge
of some joyful, chemical
I think of the faithful
who open their mouths for the wafer
to something like god in their bodies.
These poems first appeared in An Ink Like Early Twilight (Salmon Poetry 2015).
©2016 Andrea Potos
©2016 Andrea Potos
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