After the poem by Lisel Mueller Among children, I was the golden one Among days, I was the dusk Among trees, I was the supple birch Among girls, the somber nun
Among fruit, now I am the drying fig
As mother, the tender ogre
Among seas, I am the sobbing foam
In springtime, the lusty redbud twig
Among birds, might I end my days
cardinal sharp or bunting bright
Among forests, I pray my final hours
Be glistened with the warbler’s praise Published in Uppagus, May 2024
