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Primer

And what if you have nothing?

I pick up a stick. Yes, that’s always first.

And next? I see what I can see around me.

Find the sun or moon. Find high ground.

Find north by where the moss grows.

Yes. Now close your eyes. Find them.

The sun’s behind. I can feel it

on my neck. High ground’s to my right.

North’s ahead. Yes. And the wind?

The wind’s west. It cools my left temple.

Yes. And next? If I can bug out

I bug out. Otherwise I go high

and dig a foxhole and tie something bright

above me. You forget something.

Right—first I cut my name in the dirt,

then I go high. Yes. And next?

I walk a loop with my bright thing in sight.

If I find a better stick I switch for it.

Yes. And if you need to cry?

I crawl inside my foxhole and cry.

And what do you tell yourself as you cry?

Someone’s coming. Yes. And what if

no one comes? Each hour I call

in all directions. I listen. Yes.

And what do you listen for?

Sounds that shouldn’t be there. Yes.

Sounds that should be there but aren’t.

Yes. And what have you heard

since we started? A bird. Yes. Another bird

far away. Yes. A gust in the trees.

Yes. Your voice, if your voice counts.

Yes, my voice counts.

from Poetry Northwest 12.1 Summer & Fall 2017More by Anders Carlson-Wee from the library

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