Overseas Call to the Riverbank
Turtle, I am calling you through the sky
because I miss your dirt-dull back
and brackish gaze, the slimy weeds
you eat and the oak tea you drink--
your slow river and mine, sage Painted.
Tell me how you gauge the sky you see:
how is my vault and refuge, have you laid
new generations in my native mud,
are you warm enough to move, do you think
the future holds ripe cherries and bright wings?
By Sarah Brownsberger
Sarah's poem received an honorable mention in our first poem booth poetry contest - congratulations, Sarah!