The Rising I wait on the mountaintop, hearing the symphony of wind in leafless trees, lifting my hair, rising from unseen streams, canyons of air, the sound like ocean surf, rising, falling, rising again. A few white clouds sail the sky’s blue sea. Two eagles rise over me, wheeling infinity symbols around each other. I wait as the gentle, unburning, low sun goldens the weary grass, the scattered fallen leaves. I wait, but hear only the empty wind, growing louder, echoing the emptiness inside me, rising to meet the nothing I was seeking.
Laura Foley is the author of seven poetry collections. Why I Never Finished My Dissertation received a starred Kirkus Review and was among their top poetry books of 2019. Her collection It’s This is forthcoming from Salmon Press. Laura lives with her wife among the hills of Vermont.
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