To Summon Rain
I keep remembering
where I might return
into fields flush with clover
and seeded deeper down,
a million floating cells
for all the floating grasses.
Wind keeps calling me in
to flower and seed
mohawk and argentine
to fit the waiting ground,
reciting their names
as wind again
furrows through my hair,
leaves dirt in my scalp
and I dance my circle dance
with rattles to summon rain,
bringing me a little closer
to the beginning.
Anita Pinatti lives in the Connecticut River Valley finding inspiration for poetry and photography nearby and beyond. Her work has appeared in Amethyst Review, Blue Heron Review, The Orchards, Sage Magazine and many other journals.
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