Poem of the Week


by Aracelis Girmay



            What to do with this knowledge
             that our living is not guaranteed?

Perhaps one day you touch the young branch
of something beautiful. & it grows & grows
despite your birthdays & the death certificate, 
& it one day shades the heads of something beautiful
or makes itself useful to the nest. Walk out
of your house, then, believing in this. 
Nothing else matters.

All above us is the touching
of strangers & parrots, 
some of them human, 
some of them not human.

Listen to me. I am telling you
a true thing. This is the only kingdom.
The kingdom of touching;
the touches of the disappearing, things.



To see past selections for Poem of the Week, you can browse through my Week in Review posts here.

If you are interested in poetry, but don't know where to start I recommend listening to The Writer's Almanack with Garrison Keillor, a daily podcast for writers and readers that features poetry of all kinds and a good way to discover both new and classic poems.