Yolanda: A Typhoon by Sarah Gambito

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend January 8, 2015   Yolanda: A Typhoon   Sarah Gambito

How much our hands are God’s   to be running fingers over braille cities.   We are this hand pushed through our womb.   Weeping with each other’s blood in our eyes.   I dreamed that I slept with the light on.   I was asleep in my mother’s bed because my father was out to sea   and my claim on him was to feel the frets of my death sure to come.   Sweet, small fishing rod. Ears of wind rushing through many jellied                trees.   We were on this cardboard earth with its puffing volcanoes   miniature baseball players and horrible winds   scored by musician’s hands.   Stand in the strong ear of this love.            Copyright © 2015 by Sarah Gambito. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   “When Yolanda hit the Philippines, I felt devastated and at a loss here in the States. This is a poem to stand in solidarity with those that lost so much.” —Sarah Gambito   Sarah Gambito is the author of Delivered (Persea Books, 2009). She teaches at Fordham University and lives in New York City. Most Recent Book by Gambito   Delivered (Persea Books, 2009) "White Water" by John Montague "History of Hurricanes" by Teresa Cader "Radar Data #12" by Lytton Smith Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038