I know the storm is coming
when the hills are bathed in a yellow light

and I carry a perfume of each memory,
their heat and heavy eyes,

like walking barefoot in snow—
when I was all countries and all people

and the smell of my soul
matched the smell of all souls,

and the bare trees spread
like coral stretch marks against a fallow sky,

and I knew all women
carry everything they own

in the dark bags
under their eyes.

Listen to this poem:

Baggage by Rachel Heimowitz

Photo Mammoth Ca by Pacheco used under Creative Commons License (BY-ND-2.0)


About Author

Rachel Heimowitz is the author of the chapbook, What the Light Reveals (Tebot Bach Press, 2014). Her work has appeared in Poet Lore, Salamander, Crab Orchard Review, and Prairie Schooner. Her work was recently a finalist for the COR Richard Peterson Prize and she has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize. She has just received her MFA from Pacific University.

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: