Hello readers! Every week, BOA's staff and interns share one of our favorite poems from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem is from The Smoke of Horses by Charles Rafferty, which was recently named as a finalist for the 2018 Connecticut Book Awards.
I followed a creek’s quarter mile of crashing over rocks and algae and
the blurred darting of minnows, until it paused at a pool so well-stopped
it looked more like air than water: a sky of contrails, clod-shaped hunks
of cumulus. I stepped in and saw the presence of my body disrupt the
heavens at my feet. I couldn’t find the finches choiring above me, though
the branches they must have perched upon doubled there, insisting that
stars are possible down here in the earth-hurtle, if only I can wait.
The Smoke of Horses is available from booksellers nationwide. Buy a copy today from the BOA Bookstore.