Feather Boulders
The saddest:
People I respect thought Harris would win
My black colleagues are the most grounded
They explain how it’s always like this
My white colleagues are adrift
Brought to knees they can’t feel
The saddest:
My rural community takes relieved breaths
My Appalachian people hoot with happiness
They have lived their lives in fog
They believe a fantasy future
Pretend they are safe
The saddest:
My problem with dissociation
Delivers the gift of functionality
Born out of ashes
Boulders live on my back
I can make them light as feathers
Kristy Snedden is a trauma psychotherapist. Her poetry has been published nationally and internationally in on-line and print journals and anthologies. She is seeking a publisher for her first collection. She likes hanging out and listening to her husband and their dogs tell tall tales. www.kristysnedden.com
The Marbled Sigh 