Wind, a branch
broken glass, but still
cloud on the horizon
where a line of people walk
bent thick & thin,
walk from what they left, but
there is no where-
they-are-going-to.
One foot
presses down, hurts
or slips, weighs more
than can be lifted.
Their feet! Cloaks
damp, gloves
torn. Their feet!
Slowly, the people pull
across the edge of their world.
Can you hear them coming?
Jody (Pamela) Stewart lives on a farm in Hawley. Her most recent book is The Ghost Farm (Pleasure Boat Studio, 2010). She finds breakfast at Elmer’s motivating when writing with friends.
This piece [Pink Azalea] means to describe confusions of the 60’s-70’s when there was no ‘meToo’, no common language and contemporary feminism was rough at the edges, just gathering itself. It’s not easy to be honest about sex or death at any age.