You Are Not Lost
Permutation on a Forche
This filed of memory takes me
across your sorrow-
a passage of blossoms
that lifts me beyond
the childhood
where you once lived
and I tended
a garden of leaves
blown in by seasons of light.
Now is the night of
your becoming.
I cannot find you.
You are not lost.
Grace will find you in the end.
This country of ice takes me
after your light into
a music of forgiveness
that breaks me beyond
the childhood
where you once lived
and I tended
a garden of cinders-
cinders left from fires I also tended.
You walk through the fire
I cannot see you.
You are not lost.
Despair will find you,
wrestle you from
clouds and, like Jacob,
bring your angel.
Welcome to the BFA Workshop in Poetry at ACA, 2015 This guided workshop will be both generative and critique-based; we’ll be looking at past work, learning methods of revision, and writing new poems from prompts and exercises. Poets should bring seventeen copies (each) of three poems they would like the group to read and critique. A blog will be set up to help us to prepare in advance, to aid us in communicating between our meetings, and to foster our community after we leave the retreat.
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