The Lost Country

Spring 2013 • Vol. 2, No. 1

issn 2326-5310 (online)


By Chiara Solari

This work was published in the Spring 2013 issue of The Lost Country. You may purchase a copy of this issue from us or, if you prefer, from Amazon.

the long grasses in the field are so
full of grace
the strand of stem bends
under the silver rank of seeds

in the long summer
they survive
nursed to greenness by the light
no matter how it comes
a shimmering heat
to dry their paper leaves

while the wind passes
they susurrate and shiver
give tongue like lovers
though battered
only a violent touch
awakens the sigh of their true voice

seeing them
I link my fingers through their blades
envious of their peace
the stiffness in my spirit
desires to learn
the yielding of the grasses
the becoming of a truer self