Later, When the Story Found Her

 
 
 

The comet was a long-haired star
            So quiet in the woods,
headed back toward that girl from the future.
            it had always been so quiet—
It twisted through the sky, singing After.
            How long had she been walking?
It was not her mother, its pain no angel,
            Who’d braided her hair?
but shed intimate breath through the cold trees until
            Maybe it was winter
it went dense and changeable as the wind
            and this was her cold neck,
she kept in the pocket of her dress.
            this her cold belly—
Had this always been what she wanted: strange lie of light?
            What was that in the sky?
Over her it came calling
            (It had always been so quiet)
to tell or to burn,
            That cry—
to find her body
            what could she say
and be itself re-membered
            but grackle, alder, afraid—
and so she stopped between black wings to
            tell me, tender, let me hold—
open her hands.
 
 
 

 

Sally Rosen Kindred is the author of two books from Mayapple Press, Book of Asters and No Eden; her newest chapbook, Says the Forest to the Girl, is forthcoming from Porkbelly Press. She has received two Individual Artist Awards from the Maryland State Arts Council, and has poems recent and forthcoming in The Gettysburg Review, Pleiades, Missouri Review’s poem-of-the-month web feature, and Kenyon Review Online.