Blue house dropped out of the sky
Sculpture of a giant fish jumping from snow

There’s a lake at the top of the mountain that’s all light

Golden angel sitting on a mailbox, legs crossed
So what if the wind of prophecy’s long blown away?

How many mountains will God hang over our heads
               before we can read the Torah of sky?

*

Is the family name on the mailbox really “Flood”?
Is that wind or an oncoming car?

The crows scream as much as they want

The clouds are a herd of animals walking in slow motion
The sky a silent film

My hood flutters
The sun stands straight in its forever

*

Sound of footsteps in the mud
Mist swirling down the hill

Is it the spirits?
How did they find me here?

They disappear over the edge
A creeping in air

Wind: in me, not in me
Cold, hot, leg, snow

Now they’re walking through me
Silent high five

*

And what about the body?
Filter of sky
Machine full of clouds

What about the presence best online casino on the cellular level?

Electrons spin in the sun
Earth’s crust wobbles

The sky lays it all out: road under my feet
Whose footsteps are those?

Is that my body at the top of the hill?

*

These are the trees taking notes on their boughs
These are the houses scattered on the hill

This is the town that still thinks it’s Christmas
Where it snows in spring

Where my body walks beside me
And the spirits huddle in the hood of my jacket

This is the earth from where I can see it

 

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HILA RATZABI was selected by Adrienne Rich as a recipient of a National Writers Union Poetry Prize and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is the author of the chapbook The Apparatus of Visible Things (Finishing Line Press). Her poetry is published in Narrative, Alaska Quarterly Review, Drunken Boat, Linebreak, and other literary journals, and in The Bloomsbury Anthology of Contemporary Jewish American Poetry. She holds an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College, and lives in Philadelphia where she founded the Red Sofa Salon & Poetry Workshop.

One response to “Gould Hill Road”

  1. Hila! I was so happy to read your poem about Gould Road! It makes me very very homesick for VSC. Thank you for brightening my day!

    Your work sounds wonderful. Congratulations!!

    Warm(!) wishes,
    Annita

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