I S S U E  11.5

Ana Reisens

Someday I Will

live in the wind.

Someday I will have feathers
for hands and rivers for skin. 

(this yearning!) 

Someday I will catch 
the glint upon the sand,
the petal in my hand

(my breath). 

Someday I will land. 

Someday it will all 
be different. We will love 
without conditions, will ache 
in ways that are only ever 
luminous, will carry sparrows 
in our eyes and blossoms 
on our lips

(they will taste like 
teacups, like sweetgrass 
beneath the rain, like everything 
we have ever missed).

Meanwhile the wind.
Meanwhile the mountains
and pinesap and thistles 

(this bliss). 

Ana Reisens is a poet and writer. Her poems have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, and her work has appeared in The Threepenny Review, The Bombay Literary Magazine, and The Ex-Puritan, among other places.