On Thursday
On Thursday I wear
Sapphires and lithium
Bridges from
Wednesday to morning song
We wake in the hour of grief
We wrap ourselves in overthink
And the lost and heroic
And the fragments of healing they might be
Pen tracks or
Unresolved chordings
They might be
Promise shards
Or other dangerous poisons
Might be a house sparrow
Perching on a fern tree
Might be the moth atlas
Another unfamiliar navigation
On Thursday
Day to conjure deep luck
To conjure restoration
Wrapped in warm
In language of edges
Sitting in among the lavender plants
And other sorts of poems
Sapphires and lithium
Bridges from
Wednesday to morning song
We wake in the hour of grief
We wrap ourselves in overthink
And the lost and heroic
And the fragments of healing they might be
Pen tracks or
Unresolved chordings
They might be
Promise shards
Or other dangerous poisons
Might be a house sparrow
Perching on a fern tree
Might be the moth atlas
Another unfamiliar navigation
On Thursday
Day to conjure deep luck
To conjure restoration
Wrapped in warm
In language of edges
Sitting in among the lavender plants
And other sorts of poems
Photo courtesy of Douglas A. Salin
Kim Shuck is a silly protein. She is author of seven books and is the seventh and current poet laureate of San Francisco. In 2019 she was selected as a National Laureate Fellow by the Academy of American Poets. Her latest book is Whose Water, a chapbook from Mammoth Publishing.
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