What It Is, And Maybe Isn’t
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Before words come to limit you
your mind is a hawk
your mind is a mirror
your mind is a myth of origins
….
What you know is wind
through dry seed heads, bent
reeds, snow circles cast
on the burnt prairie
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A marble of perfect knowingness
growing slowly less luminous
evermore beautiful
as it becomes a living planet
…
This poem is from the chapbook The Hundredth Hour by Kitt Healy (Finishing Line Press), and is available at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/the-hundredth-hour-by-kitt-healy/
The Hundredth Hour explores the experience of becoming a #mother, in all of its delirium, joy, magic and brutality. The #poems are both heartfelt and absurd, particular and universal. They both describe and embody the deep weirdness of suddenly arriving on the strange planet that is parenthood, where the socks will never match, the hours both race and stall, and a kind of unhinged love sets up shop at the center of one’s self, changing us for better, for worse, forever.
Kitt Healy is a mother, writer, facilitator and movement strategist for sustainable agriculture organizations. She is of Irish, German and Sicilian settler descent and currently lives on the present and ancestral lands of the Ho-Chunk people in Madison, WI. She has an MS in Agroecology from UW-Madison and a BA in Political and Social Thought from University of Virginia. When her hands are not writing, they are likely busy planting seeds, sprinkling herbs on something tasty, or wrangling her two rascally children.
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