Instructions for the Day After by Julia B. Levine - Rattle: Poetry (original) (raw)

Let us start with the difficult miracle of being,

the wild ravening of a creek

singing the falsetto and minor keys

through a million throats of gravel

and flint,

the alders turning towards a sharper green.

Now let us pause a moment

on this bench, beside the trail

and look across the lagoon

to those boys at play in sand.

Sound travels so perfectly over water,

but tell me, is it Farsi or Hebrew

they are speaking?

Six gulls, white as tombstones, fly overhead.

After all these epochs,

in the salt light of January, elk and deer grazing

on this new green after rain,

let us consider that we are still walking

over the leach fields of slavery and genocide.

Now let us take inventory of our terror:

our longing as a lyric violence,

our flesh as shroud and veil.

How last night, in pitch black,

the coyotes were not just calling,

but keening

for something deeply torn.

Today, let us consider repair.

How the smaller of the two boys

kneels at the mirror of the dark water,

like the congressman who spent the night on his knees,

picking up glass and bullet casings from the rotunda floor.

Let us remember that old story about god

shattering his own perfection

to make room for this world.

As for giving up on America, do you hear it too—

that young boy calling to his brother—

how, in the mouth of a young child,

every language sounds like water

leaping, tumbling into song?