Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Plainsongs,The Long Islander, and The Nashwaak Review. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I‘m in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.),The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit.net), and Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing).
when I Do
Sometimes, when I want to think about you but I don’t
I imagine the stars in the sky above you
Spreading out like an unencumbered wing
Of tiny lights, bright and far-flung with promise
Unlike the flat, dark land I imagine you imagine yourself
To be in, I loathe how you insist
On holding this pretend darkness so close to your heart.
Sometimes, when I want to talk to you but I don’t
I imagine the sounds of the day around you:
The soft lowing of contented cattle,
The occasional jangly clang of a dented iron bell
The startled squawk of snow geese
As they’re disturbed in the field.
I hold these sounds to my heart
Imagine we could, we have had
Conversations this meaningful and deep.