At Holy Wisdom Monastery Where is a blue heron balanced on one leg. Do you see a fox standing on the hill. I am in paradise, but the rain shatters my dream. If I still wore my warrior spirit, I would dance to lunch through the sparkling grass, but my warrior grows toothless and is afraid to melt—like mother’s warning. If I still wore my warrior spirit, I would hike these muddy trails, careless of worms drinking wet air, stay out too long, fry like spaghetti. If my warrior spirit was here, I would write a poem rescuing a blue fox with one leg caught in a trap, left by some self-made Davy Crockett. I would write him into the creek, caught in a web of plastic molds for beer cans, stepping on a fork’s curved tines tossed into the creek with his Taco Bell bag of limp hot sauce packets. But I’m an old lady whose warrior visits only in dreams of flying down the wind behind a boat, jumping the waves, and dropping one ski. Jackie Langetieg This poem was written with Ulla Thynell's (Finland) Forgotten Garden 2021 in mind. We invite you to click here to see it. Jackie Langetieg has published poems in literary magazines: Verse Wisconsin, Blue Heron Review.She’s won awards, such as WWA’s Jade Ring contest, Bards Chair, and Wisconsin Academy Poem of the Year. She is a regular contributor to the Wisconsin Poets’ Calendar. She has written five books of poems, including Letter to My Daughter, and a memoir, Filling the Cracks with Gold.
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