In Broad Daylight - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

[Lawrence Robinson]

In Broad Daylight

I take my rage to the river.
A heron flies into the wind.
I let myself be opened
by the great gray wings
and the great gray sky
and the great gray largeness of water,
not to rid myself of rage
but to become a clearer channel
to meet the chest-scouring,
scab-clawing, cell-screaming,
throat-burning fury of rage
and remind my heart I can
know all this rage, can be
feral with rage and still
keep on loving the world.

	- Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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