special guest...

Liz and Andrea

We had a special guest in our writing class tonight: author and poet Elizabeth Rosner

Her poetry moves me, her voice speaks to me, her writing inspires me...

Gravity

sometimes I am Jacob and
sometimes I am the angel and
always I am wrestling
with God or with the idea
of God or with the idea
of myself wrestling with God

(there is always a risk
in the naming of
things in the naming
of oneself)

the stones in my pockets
weighing me down
are also holding me
steady
angels have no pockets and therefore can float

while I, who resist floating,
watch them rise with
something like envy and
something like rage

who can float in a time
like this, when the past
is still close enough
to touch and the sounds
of weeping linger so
clearly

isn't it our grief that makes us real
makes us dimensional,
heavy on the earth?

I think of my grandmother's
sweet hand, the weight
of it as she stroked my hair
to say good-bye, giving me
comfort because she was
the one leaving,

and her hand rinsed
me like water,
the falling water

~Elizabeth Rosner

Posted by stef at February 3, 2005 11:34 PM