How to Begin
       

Wipe the crumbs off the counter.
Find the foxtail in the ear of the old cat.
Work it free. Step into your ribcage.

Feel the draft of your heart's doors
as they open and close. Hidden latches
cool in your hand.

Hear your marrow keep silence,
your blood sing. Finch-talk
in the bush outside the window.

You're a small feather, winged seed, wisp
of cotton. Thread yourself
through a hole in the button on the sill.

You're a strand of dark thread
stitching a word to a river. Then another.

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Copyright © 2016 Catherine Abbey Hodges All rights reserved
from Instead of Sadness
Gunpowder Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission