Envoie Go, little poem, into the meadow among the sunbeams, seedlings in moist loam, sweet jewelweed, and fallen branches. Rest in mottled shade, for you are my failed prayer, lightweight. A slug slides over you, leaving a luminous trail like a gentle teacher's marginalia. You feel exposed, hear thunder, wild voices. If a snake draws near, praise its cold scales, the plates on the turtle’s shell, and the fox treading lightly. Now you are among them. I'm still in my house, gazing out the window, a mild agoraphobic. But I follow you as the wind lifts you towards the riverbank among the elusive shorebirds in the lapping tide.
Joel Moskowitz is an artist who lives in Sudbury, Massachusetts. His poems have appeared in The Comstock Review, Ibbetson Street Press, J Journal, Midstream, Naugatuck River Review, The Healing Muse, MuddyRiverPoetryReview.com, BostonPoetryMagazine.com, AmethystMagazine.org and Soul-Lit.com. He is a First Prize winner of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire National Contest.