We Harvest Hope

October has been a month of poetry for me. I came home from a writing residency at Vermont Studio Center with a pretty-much-done manuscript and a very big smile! While there, I also committed to creating and sharing a bit of micropoetry + watercolor each day as a way to celebrate process in all its unpredictble—and often glitchy—glory. 

As I went, I jotted down each day's line in the back of my journal. A week in, I realized that the single lines were forming a larger poem. So I decided to share the full month here, interspersed with my favorite of the original poem-paintings. Happy harvest!

We Harvest Hope

In the beginning,

the rain came out to play,

& we turned to dreaming leaves—

falling up and lifting down.

We break bread, rules, even, through.

We go where the water falls

& the dark sky rises.

I becomes we & other becomes another.

River gets swim

& borders get blurred into union.

Hither & yon,

we grow our spirits,

& send big hope up.

Cross our hearts,

make prints of possibility,

leave traces of grace.

Where we are marks the spot of promise.

We press on in,

we make cider of time.

What comes goes—

onces come undone.

Tomorrow is a maze of maybes 

filled with friends.

Brimming with what-ifs,

we harvest hope.