I love, and have always loved, reading poetry aloud.
I thought I would try it here, so today I’m reading one of my recent poems, The Last Word. The audio is about two minutes.
Enjoy a moment of slowing down with it in your day. If you are reading this post via email, click here to view it on the web so you can listen to the audio. The text is also below, so you can follow along.
The Last Word
There could be this other way, she said, of living from the inside out.
Really doing it, she meant.
Letting go of, “I am she, of this name.
Of this home, and marriage, and weight.
Of this conduct. Of these beliefs, and not those.”
Instead, she said, it could be like this:
I weave at the river. I speak with fish.
When I stand at the water, the sun is in my chest.
The woods walk me home.
Most of the things I know have no words,
but I need none, for I am them.
On my last day, memory will be a blazing sunset,
and I’ll rest in the sling of the horizon.
The last word on my lips will be member:
I was a member of this, a limb of it.
I was that blessed —- to be a limb of it.
-Tara Sophia Mohr