Remember when your eyes were the sky and the sea
blanketed in foam. We ask the clouds to remember.
My turned back is blind.

I sought my reflection in the cracked mountains, where faces appear in slated rock formations. I am wiped clean of wisdom. The land still believes. The rivers’ uneven tones and the brooks murmur, syncopate.

Remember the boats thirsty for the open sea, lamenting in fresh water. I remember
a time when my feet were on solid ground, arms lifted into the sky, trying
to take flight. Failing to remember, I am wingless.

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JULEEN JOHNSON is a co-founder of Soundings: An Evening of Word and Sound. She is in the critique group The Moonlit Poetry Caravan. Johnson has been invited to read at BuzzPoems, Ink Noise Review, Open Door Enjambment, and Cirque in Portland, OR and Steinbeck Museum, Hartnell College, Steinbeck Library, and CSU Monterey Bay in California. Johnson attended the Wassaic Residency in Wassaic, NY. Her poems have been published in printed publications, including Cirque: A Literary Journal, Ink Noise Review, and Symmetry. Johnson currently writes and creates art in Portland, OR.

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