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“Wind-Slip Day” by Nana Lampton

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Three ravens slip the wind
into the hayfield
to forage after the storm.

When the harbor smoothes,
I will paddle my kayak out to sea.
I am waiting out the wind
the way we endure slow time,
the end of marriage, a mother dying,
the way winter endures for spring,

or one alone patiently awaits the other.
What unfolds today will indicate
the weather, what the sea has in mind.

Nana Lampton,
Bloom on a Split Board
Accents Publishing

“Wading In” by Nana Lampton

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Next to nothing to enter the stream.
A light rod, waders against the cold,
a sense of how the salmon lie –
behind the rock in lesser current.
More than anything that weighs,
it’s the willingness to be half in darkness.
The feel of boot on rock is the way to see
below the surface.

I cross the river,
staff thrust downstream to prop my steps
against the current. At last
I stand firmly, to cast
where dark ripples meet lighter ones.

All that departs my sheathed self is filament with fly
patiently tied for dropping in
the river in disguise.
The rod no longer measures time or space.
It’s all in the meeting of stream currents.

Atlantic salmon, heavy with its ocean feed,
about to fast a year on its way up river,
waits for rain to fill its pool
before leaping to the next one.

The catch:
the long reeling
of this golden silver light moving in scales
formed as much by mind as water.

Nana Lampton,
Bloom on a Split Board
Accents Publishing

“On Dr. Berman’s Thoughts*” by Nana Lampton

Bloom on a Split Board

Out of the woodpile filling the sink-hole
grows the ubiquitous Heaven Tree,
draping bloom over a split board.
It cannot see itself, wound by a grapevine.

Two cedars flank the walking gate –
the male a shallower green
than the female with juniper berries.

I know this is the entry to the field,
into the forest of my destiny,
but the trees by the gate do not.

The ordering eye returns to me
images of barn and cow.
Without observation,
the river would flow above
its banks into space.

Space – the waves of possibility –
doesn’t know its sky name.
The eye takes advantage of what it wants,
puts into place sky above river.

Nana Lampton,
Bloom on a Split Board
Accents Publishing


Dr. Robert Berman, astronomer, author of Biocentrism, believes that the conscious eye orders energy.

“Staggered Wheel” by Nana Lampton

Bloom on a Split BoardWhy did I imagine I knew a charted way?
It has all been revelation.
Ask the owl in dead of night,
go to the ice where all is clear.
The answer looks something like
northern lights, formless and fast.
The road circles mountains
to the edge of the sea.
The course is far from straight.
Spokes rattle in the loose
fitting iron rim, as the staggered
carriage wheel grinds gravel.
Here, in one piece, I am upright
for the rest of the journey, past guard
dogs, to the harbor, beneath the moon,
across the bay bridge beyond borders.

Nana Lampton,
Bloom on a Split Board
Accents Publishing

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“Placement” by Nana Lampton

Bloom on a Split BoardI am a woman
on a rock,
sun on her back,
trying to feel
what the stone
has to say.

Nana Lampton,
Bloom on a Split Board
Accents Publishing

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