I live in Lassen County on six acres with my husband Kam and malamute Sakari. The trees and mountains inspire me; the solitude nourishes me. I run a workshop Thompson Peak Writers’ Workshop and have taught in prisons and schools. Work published in: The Red Rock Review, The Kentucky Review, The Main Street Rag and other magazines. Nominated for a Pushcart, Blue Fifth Review 2015. My third book Cathedral of the Hand published 2016 through Finishing Line Press. Website: www.diannahenning.com
The river was where I started.
I bake my feet in the sand.
Seagulls gather at the water’s edge.
Don’t swim, they say. Sharks nearby.
Out of the blustery blue sky
appears an angel dressed in black.
Tell me who you are, I demand.
But angels have a way of disappearing
when questioned. That’s when the seagull
tugs me through gasses to the river.
I tell Mr. Gull that I’m currently on sabbatical,
not willing to risk the effort or comply
with a submersion that does not befit me,
but the seagull won’t have it.
My resistant wrist-bone feels like a skull
ready to make its bed underneath cold prayers;
my hand locked in the grip of trouble
and I fear how deep it might go.
©2017 Dianna Henning
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