Written by Anni Liu, a friend, poet, writer, editor, translator who lives in Philadelphia where she braids continents closer together with words.
Psychic Freedom
for Yvet
Here in a garden in the woods,
a tuin, they call it in Dutch,
I can’t help but reveal myself,
ruminating: What is it
for a mind to be free?
Wrung out by the sun, we sleep
a golden sleep, twin shapes
pressed into the grass. Awake,
the dark water of the canal
beckons—psychic freedom!
we call out as we leap
and it breaks around us
and anoints us, its cold vow
staining our skin long after
the wind has licked us clean.
Simple as that:
I am made
large, body a billowing sail,
a cup run clear under the force
of a fast current, abundant.
When evening lays itself
down upon the damp earth,
over the laughter of children
and the elders, a bright feast
outdoes all our hunger.
All through the night
the tomatoes and the cabbages
pull sweetness from deep within
the earth, the way we draw it out
of each other, even from afar.
Awaiting our next arrival,
the tulips bite their lips.
Anni Liu’s website can be visited here. Her book of poems, Border Vista, can be found here.
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