Poem-A-Day: Noelle Kocot, On My Third Anniversary in New Jersey

	July 16, 2012 Today's poem is copyright © 2012 by Noelle Kocot. Used with permission of the author. More from this author Other Kocot Poems I am Like a Desert Owl, an Owl Among the Ruins Talk The Peace That So Lovingly Descends While Writing You can unsubscribe from our Poem-A-Day emails at at anytime—either completely, or until next April. Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane Suite 901 New York, NY 10038 212-274-0343 academy@poets.org		On My Third Anniversary in New Jersey by Noelle Kocot It's the fern beyond the wind, the classic Eruptions. Night is a funnel that is overcome. Violence of signs beyond the pale. Stasis Has its own way, the hard work, the violence. Convalesce, convalesce in the green green World, in which you could hardly walk, But that was before, before life set its rhythms In its way. Passion is confused by silence. Gone are the slow horses, the wetness and the Going forth, that's made me whole again. A small room, a sandwich in the moonlight, Intermittently, I see a hummingbird at The flower box, and the great church bells Ring. This is the beginning. I lived in a small Room long ago. The soft earth beckoned me Here, and I stayed. There is a dearness about All of this, and though I want to be hungry Again, I find that I am filled. My legs fly into Summer, into the morning air and the leaves. So this is what peace is, no need to spiral In the twilight, no need to ask, season after Season, where are you now? And, should I go? Share Digg StumbleUpon Facebook E-mail to Friend