The river rose, rose some more,
and we learned floodplain.
As in: thank the fates there is one,
though we hadn't known it.
Thank all the stars above, those
that have gone out
and the ones still casting light
into a future we won't see.
What else don't we know? Almost
everything.
In time lapse images of the night sky,
the paths of the stars leave lit scars
on the torso of heaven. O let time
lapse. Then what?
The mice nesting in the piano�
the one bound for ruin in a meadow
under the arch of a dying oak
east of somewhere briefly famous�
let them dance on the strings,
make a new song.
Let the worm in the oak
dream as it chews.
How It Goes by Catherine Abbey Hodges | Garden Lavender Poetry Reed Diffuser
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Catherine Abbey Hodges is the author of four books of poetry, most recently Empty Me Full, and two chapbooks. Her first full-length collection, Instead of Sadness, won the Barry Spacks Poetry Prize from Gunpowder Press. English Professor Emeritus at Porterville College, Catherine writes, teaches, and collaborates with musician Rob Hodges on ancestral Yokuts land in the foothills of California’s Sierra Nevada.
