To Archive Experience
Everyone knows about snow’s granularity,
the limits on how we can put it into words.
The scientist may record the exact timbre
of the wolf’s howl or coyote’s and still
the hairs rise on our arms. Deep
knowledge from the wild.
I have stood on the cliff, dabbled my
toe in surf, run through volcanic
ash falling on the beach at high tide.
Seen waves blown off course
by the spins of winter storm winds.
I do not know the words for all vagaries
of tide and smack-down turbulence,
the gentle laps of summer days
where the sailboats bob on the lagoon.
Or how tears overlap and add up
one after another like rain on skylights.
The patterns our fingers scroll
in the pond or the frog makes
diving under the lily pad.
These I hold in my mind’s reservoir
of what I have known and loved.
Tricia Knoll is a Vermont poet whose second book of poetry Ocean's Laughter (Kelsay Books) focused on experiences in Manzanita, a small town on Oregon's north coast. Her most recent collection How I Learned To Be White recently received the Gold Prize for Poetry Book Category for Motivational Poetry in the Human Relations Indie Book Prize for 2018. Website: triciaknoll.com
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