Doing something gorgeous

I am a book of snow,
a spacious palm, a meadow,
a circle that lingers,
I belong to the earth, and to its winter.
~Pablo Neruda

Happy Poetry Friday! Today's poem "I Hope This Email Never Finds You" by Anna Stacy comes from Apricity Magazine, The University of Texas at Austin's lit mag. I heard about the word "Apricity" and that ended up leading me to the magazine. 'Apricity' means the warmth of the sun in winter and comes from the Latin word 'apricitas' (sunny).

photo by unixasket

I HOPE THIS EMAIL NEVER FINDS YOU
by Anna Stacy

I hope this email does not find you well.
I hope this email does not find you
And instead arrives to a desk overgrown with moss,
Lit quietly by a shard of light through your collapsed apartment ceiling
And that the silence that it finds there is simply deafening.

I hope this email does not find you
And that it goes around the corner to your kitchen
Where your discarded dishes stand like lichened towers,

read the rest here

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Kathryn Apel has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Kat!