Lori Morgan Flood

I track you on surfaces

The tree withdraws like a hand, 
The wind fits into my breath,
Yet nothing is certain.
Rain becomes the body you’re yearning for.
I am an ant inside a blue bowl 
Nothing will tell you where you are.
Each moment is a place you’ve never been.
I like to prowl ordinary places. 
We’re never going to get God right.
I raise my hand within my mind and wave. 
There is nothing darker than a crow.
The part that’s hard to look back on.
Everything is the same again. I continue to circle the bowl.

Sources: Mark Strand, Julia Klatt Singer, David Young, Charles Bukowski, Billy Collins 

Lori Morgan Flood is a poet, health educator and psychotherapist. She’s published in Hideline Poetry and Press and forthcoming in the Scapegoat Review. Currently she is writing a children’s book about an environmental dog-hero with gills. When not working, she travels, naps, or stares at lakes and oceans.