Sometimes you find a poem that you want to sit and hold or be held by for a long time, and Noelle Kocot writes those kinds of poems. Today is her birthday. Thank you, Noelle. We are glad you exist, so glad! Happy birthday.
I am Like A Desert Owl, an Owl Among the Ruins
The alpha You. The omega You.
But I want the coolness of snow.
Over warped celluloid and heirlooms I can’t touch.
I rattled around with arms, with legs,
A little folding of the hands to rest.
And then, from what grace have I fallen?
Into brandied battle shouts and pages that breathe like people?
The bright waterlights blinking
Poised beneath the driest arrows of my suffering,