Today I received two books of poetry in the mail.
The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart and Good Poems.
They are hefty and filled with the renderings of so many.
I pressed them up against my heart. Poetry: it’s my solid place,
my knowing place, my healing place, my calm place. It is Dorothy
and that centered place she found in her own backyard (Wizard of Oz).
Only now – I am Dorothy, with the keys to my own kingdom and poetry
is one of my many keys. If you are reading this, I’m guessing we have
After we flew across the country we
got in bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
San Francisco against your New York, your
Fire Island against my Sonoma, my
New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho
bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas
burning against your Kansas your Kansas
burning against my Kansas, your Eastern
Standard Time pressing into my
Pacific Time, my Mountain Time
beating against your Central Time, your
sun rising swiftly from the right my
sun rising swiftly from the left your
moon rising slowly from the left my
moon rising slowly from the right until
all four bodies of the sky
burn above us, sealing us together,
all our cities twin cities,
all our states united, one
nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Good Poems: Selected and Introduced by Garrison Keillor