The light has turned. I can't kid myself. I'm going to spend the fall using the Stafford method of daily writing — spare journaling, then constructing an aphorism that sounds potentially wise, next launching into a poem. My poetry collections include Ocean's Laughter (Aldrich Press, 2016) and a chapbook Urban Wild (Finishing Line Press, 2014). Website: triciaknoll.com
Rejoice Without Saying a Word
Lean on a rake in the soft mud
near where the creek speaks.
Trace a spiral of falcon flight
in the lone tract of woods.
Find your hallelujah in blue corn pollen
knocked north as bees bumble.
Send to star orbits your respect
for molten rock and the steep scarp,
To my water mirror:
mute lovestruck thank you.
©2016 Tricia Knoll
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