*in honor of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, may she rest in peace
I understood nothing until your heart! heart! heart!
Could translate nothing before your spire-shattering yawp.
A Sacajawea, I wandered and kept my heathen council,
knowing the earth would open secrets for me.
I was born to find you and I did.
It’s late now, still raining, maybe snow tomorrow.
One paper birch waves yellow goodbyes.
A robin trails half-sung aubades behind it.
Soon enough I’ll be gone, too, into the clay and stones,
into the Great Lakes air, and here again and gone,
and here again, translated and translating.
Sherry Robbins, from Walking with Walt