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 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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May 2025
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