My Weather Poem by Jane Hirshfield

My Weather



Wakeful, sleepy, hungry, anxious,
restless, stunned, relieved.

Does a tree also?
A mountain?

A cup holds
sugar, flour, three large rabbit-breaths of air.

I hold these.

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Jane Hirshfield

Jane Hirshfield

New York / United States
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