Two Poems:
“How to Be Hopeful” by Barbara Kingsolver
“Using Country in a Sentence” by Richard Blanco
A Poem:
Persistence
by ljkemp
Sometimes you just have to stand
on an incline where things look possible.
Nowhere to go but up. Or out. Or over.
One foot in front of the other,
the tread of your hikers gripping
the ground below. Dig. Deep from
inside, down into the ground
willing yourself, pulling up
to the morning sunrise out through
the heat of the day into dusk and
into the evening sunset. Until,
alas you look up to the nighttime sky
where stars turning like a kaleidoscope
above you, complete the rotation
of another day.
Italics: The opening line is from Kingsolver’s poem, the italics in the final line are from Blanco’s poem.
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