Jane Attanucci
the future is a desperate midwife
At seventy, I can’t begin to tell you—
mountains of oatmeal, almonds, avocadoes
& extra- virgin olive oil with greens, greens, greens—
my astonishment that the twenty-fifth reunion was
twenty-five years ago, my grandkids now on the runway
of their own second decade. Oh, so many secular psalms
read in amber tones for too many who once were close.
Senses waning, how close my surrender of car keys,
the unmarked turn off the grid.
Daffodils thrash & trumpet through
cacophonous downpours, beg equanimity
& strength—eagle, warrior & sphinx.
If only I could tell you how fierce
my aversion to horizons.
Jane Attanucci is the author of the chapbook, First Mud (Finishing Line Press, 2015) and the full length collection, A River Within Spills Light (Turning Point, forthcoming 2021). Her poems have appeared in Common Ground Review, Off the Coast, The Pittsburgh Poetry Review and Third Wednesday among others.She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
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At seventy, I can’t begin to tell you—
mountains of oatmeal, almonds, avocadoes
& extra- virgin olive oil with greens, greens, greens—
my astonishment that the twenty-fifth reunion was
twenty-five years ago, my grandkids now on the runway
of their own second decade. Oh, so many secular psalms
read in amber tones for too many who once were close.
Senses waning, how close my surrender of car keys,
the unmarked turn off the grid.
Daffodils thrash & trumpet through
cacophonous downpours, beg equanimity
& strength—eagle, warrior & sphinx.
If only I could tell you how fierce
my aversion to horizons.
Jane Attanucci is the author of the chapbook, First Mud (Finishing Line Press, 2015) and the full length collection, A River Within Spills Light (Turning Point, forthcoming 2021). Her poems have appeared in Common Ground Review, Off the Coast, The Pittsburgh Poetry Review and Third Wednesday among others.She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
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