By: Kathleen Klassen
Find Me
you might find me
where The Sun Also Doesn’t Rise
because the sky keeps falling
trips over anxious clouds
you might find me
where lightning never strikes
twice, but more
sometimes often
you might find me
where he enters as raven
onlookers look on
say nothing, caw nothing, claw nothing
you might find me
between gaping sidewalk cracks
bootsteps break backs
even hardy mothers’
you might find me
in the Garden, bleeding fruit
still stings—lips, tongue, mouth
like swallowing the tide
and its moon
you might find me
under the bridge
swollen eye and a troll
(seemed so nice)
you might find me
beneath veiled drowning
bitch, hoe cement, foot-tied
no desire to reclaim
but sometimes you can find me
where the sky kisses the sea
where the sun falls madly
or the moon spills
silver-sparkled night-wakes
so many places,
just please come find me
The Kite and The Bubble
Kites graze the day’s unraveling
blues, swept away—
faint as the strand of sky’s undoing
a distant child’s laugher.
Shoreline thirsts.
Quench of a whitecap
aqua gulps to slake
golden swelters
contoured urges.
Skin hungers.
Tickle of the wind
where memory floats
oil-slicked, bubble-
bursting smiles.
Surf-swallowed shell
and pebble-wave play
chase, then bask sated trickles
delving home-going streams.
But for the wind, kite would slump
beads unshimmer motionless pops.
But for the water, sand would scald
pebble-islands, marooned.
How stirring touches
stranded beach
bubbling thankfully
now.
Kathleen Klassen is an emerging writer who discovered poetry as a source of healing after injury. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming on Bywords.ca, Dots Publications/Chitro Magazine, Gyroscope Review, Rise Up Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, ottawater, Dissident Voice, Alternative Field, Passager Books, Paper Dragon and In/Words Magazine and Press.
*Find Me was first published as "Everywoman" on Bywords.ca in February 2018