Poem from Lisa Rosenberg: “Space 2”
Editor’s note: InMenlo is continuing to spotlight the work of local artists. Here is a poem from Menlo Park resident Lisa Rosenberg, who served as Poet Laureate of San Mateo County in 2017/2018.
Emails Lisa: “In this and other recent poems, I’m working to stretch my sense of kinship and connection — with other creatures, and also beyond our globe. Now, as we isolate physically, it feels especially important to learn new means of connection.”
There is nowhere to go because we are
already here, our sphere among others,
our egg-shaped path around the sun, in space
we name the sky. It’s all sky above our feet,
between us; carrying the weight of myth
and breath, the towhee’s metal call at dawn,
my child’s call through the fragile din that is
the world knowing itself, and not knowing.
The moon lived as a flat, if lovely, disk,
until the afternoon that I watched pass
across the sun a black yolk. A body.
Then, all the sky bodies I could not see
changed at once, together, freed of my mind’s eye,
into the shapes that they had always known.