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Epistolary Life

amywink October 19th, 2017

Epistolary Life

I received your letter
and am writing
by return post
to tell you all the news
and say how much I
loved the things you said,
the ideas we continue
to explore together
in writing.

Though other letters
may be delayed
know that I am always waiting
hopefully for your messages
and always intend to
return to the page
and begin again
our interrupted conversation,
know that I am so often
thinking as I wait,
of that nameless Tang
Dynasty writer
who wrote his friend,
“Here at the frontier,
There are falling leaves,
Although my neighbors are all
Barbarians,
And you, you are
a thousand miles away . . .
There are always two cups
at my table.”

The Gift of Fire

amywink October 19th, 2017

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The Gift of Fire

After the destruction
of enraged burning,
radiant spires
erupt out of
earth blackened
yet hardly dead,
phoenix from ash,
a flame of grace for
a charcoal landscape.

When you, during
weary afternoons,
gaze out this
photograph into elsewhere,
think of me
and know I,
looking through
my own window
remember you,
growing beauty
where there
once was
fire.

(1996)

Swimming in the Faith Lane at the Townlake Y

amywink October 19th, 2017

Swimming in the Faith Lane
at the Townlake Y

After the day’s writing,
I spend my afternoons
in water at the Townlake Y.
There, a great democracy
of bodies prevails, so away
from self-consciousness
we all swim, aged and middle young,
under the mantric banners
spanning each lane:
Faith, Responsibility,
Respect, Honesty,
and Caring, the
bright goals
for thought and
moral action.

I swim slow, almost
languid in the water,
but, in concert,
my body finally
works with mind,
so like a strong
unwavering tide,
I gain a thinking pace
unmatched by outer
progress, unfettered
by doubt or gravity,
buoyant in the
soft and necessary waters
of a consoling faith.

(2004)