Traci Brimhall | Poetry
Listen to Carlie Hoffman read this poem.
Not every animal can begin at the beginning where an ocean can’t
be read. Out of nature
a voice glows like a tree survived out of all
the unnamed animals. When Moses knew his way through
the valley, the sand
was warm. Before Carmel and the suicides. After
the sea. God was a fisherman above the world. The Rabbi opened his throat
and the ocean swelled. God gave you feet and you emerged in the synagogue despite
comprehending the fishlike walls. You are sufficient in the sun’s authority, human of all
the animals.
The strawberries are beautifully wild and you love—
This poem is available in NER 44.2. Purchase a copy in print or e-book.
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