I threw
everything of myself
into the mix, hoping
to rise
as the elements rose—
Into the bubbling well
I dove with my new
immigrant’s papers, my best
pair of shoes, my two
pieces of luggage and change
from the cab that idled
in the drive while I checked
the address I clutched
in one hand. When ice
spangled the branches
I steadied my not yet
automatic heart,
making it promises.
I thought of bodies
floating through the cabin,
their smiles miniature moons
etched on glass.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.