The Corvid’s Psalm The crow, she does not,she cannot, blend inwith a nodding sweetness sungto welcome the becoming time, theexchange of vigil between stars and sun. Instead, heavy of presence and proclamation, both,she prays her own psalm honestly:her self-reflective observationfrom within the upper arboreal girders,bare but for her gaze and contemplation,out and over and somehow…
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Story: A Poem
Story The cart lined with cardboard,left between fence and sidewalk; a small stack of clothingtaking on the shape of a bench corner; baggies of oatmeal, baggies of rice,hidden in the wind whirled piles of leaves; a meal sealed in a take out container,halfway up the ramp. And the tilt-headed crow;The crow who watched mewalk through…
Prayer: a Poem
Prayer (Written Thanksgiving Day, 2026) I could sitin a pew reciting psalmsor standin a kitchen peeling apples;Maybe walkthrough the wet night skyof fallen stars thatdance across the pathby where the buckeyesopen their husks, offeringtheir heart to the elements,the Earth, their maker. It is all praise, all thanksgiving,for the gift, the blessing,the knowing,of being alive,with you…
Sink Lunch: A Poem
Sink Lunch When I was youngthese were the best lunches…they meant something drippy, maybemessy, handheld, you might need the stoolthat has stood for generations. Today, it was a perfectly jammyhardboiled egg while looking outover raised beds of imagined meals, making soup in my mind withthe zucchini roasting behind me,white beans, and broth. On the stool, leaning…
Never Boring: A Poem
Never Boring Snaked a drain;plunged a shower;wore galoshes inside;had a cashier call me honey;wrote a script;filmed a short;overheard a discussion of ice cream flavours;cleaned a cat box;made an omelette;scheduled events;composed emails;happened upon bagpipeshaving a go at large scale blooming;and prayed while walking;prayed a line at a time, two words a footfall—until home once morewithin these…
The Blessing of Green: A Poem
The Blessing of Green To receive the anointingof green upon my senses,I had to disturb the bees-and apologize-while also gently movinga yawning bean leafwhose tendril had entangled itselfwith the basil cloths pinnedto their own sturdy line-tea towels, face cloths, and rags; Basket in hand, I took up an offeringone leaf at a time, each a…
You are Here
Ada Limón, 24th US Poet Laureate, edited and introduced a collection of poems called You are Here. All of them are on that same theme, though interpreted uniquely by each writer. It’s rather wild that I featured the phrase in the talk I just wrote for the Grade 12s next door without knowing about the…
In Full Bloom: A Poem
In Full Bloom It snowed today—with purpose and courage; but,that will not be my memory. The flakes huddled on wires and branches;sculpture was crafted; however,my abiding image shall be another. There on the sidewalk, passingmy left shoulder, came, I suspect,The Holy Spirit. Yellow cat eye glasses;Wool coat in olive;and a sky blue-coral bag. In full…
Baptism: A Poem
I heard a sermon yesterday about the baptism of Jesus and found myself steeping in the physicality of it as she spoke…Throughout the day, as I tended to the various and sundry, words kept surfacing and then dipping back down…only to take another breath some moments later…I let them swim until the end of the…
Advent IV, 2025: A Poem
Advent IV, 2025 Watch with me, waitin the cold tolling stillnessfor the beckoning changeat the near edge of now,at the turning of the earth,when what has been, ohwith the stars in their arrangementspointing the way, becomes brilliant, becomesa blooming peal of deep joy,a radiance of awe, in excelsis, gloria! Kimberly M. King
