Sheila Packa
USA
Equinox (from Night
Train Red Dust)
I come to the poise
of an empty day —
after winter and before new leaf —
nothing you can see
in the north at equinox
in the trees when sap rises
and wings are passing over
no berries yet, nor needs.
The water climbs
over ice-capped rocks
and waits.
In the still frozen mud
frogs, who could have been taken
for dead, jump-start their hearts.
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