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FINDING THE WAY by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

One thing I love so much about poems is their ability to contain paradox…

 Just as we humans are always engaged in holding conflicting truths in ourselves: Odi et amo, I love and I hate. These are not so much two feelings we grasp one after another, more feelings we hold at the same time. No wonder the heart breaks!  

When I wrote this poem, I was practicing how to relax into unknowing. And then, life, as it does, showed up as my teacher: In this case, a robin in the skylight.

After writing the last five lines, I realized how much they were like one of my favorite rounds: “Be like a bird, who halting in her flight on a limb so slight feels it give away beneath her, yet sings, sings knowing she has wings.”

Finding the Way

With every breath today
I let you go. I don’t mean this
lightly. And with every inhale
today, I let you back in.
Softly. All day like this. Flopping.
Flopping and falling. Oh
the ridiculous failure of it all.
And the wonder. Shit.
If this is awe, I am sick of it.
Just in the last nine lines
I have let you go another nine times.
And ten times opened to you again.
I am too tired to fix anything.
The dress hem. The headphone
cord that one of the children chewed.
Our hearts. I have stopped believing in lack.
And then I believe it again.
What I know: Here we are.
I let you in. I let you go.
Through the window,
I watch a robin light
on a branch too thin,
watch it fly away.
~

Poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer “is a chanteuse of the heart,” says poet Art Goodtimes. She served two terms as the first poet laureate for San Miguel County, Colorado, where she still leads monthly poetry readings, teaches in schools, leads writing workshops and leaves poems written on rocks around the town. Her most recent collection, The Less I Hold, comes out of her poem-a-day practice, which she has been doing for over seven years. Her work has also appeared on A Prairie Home Companion and in O Magazine, on tie-dyed scarves, alleyway fences and in her children’s lunchboxes. Favorite one-word mantra: adjust. Visit her website here for ideas about writing, and to read her daily poems click here. 


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