Poetry Monday: “Muir Woods” by Chris Abani
August 29, 2011Posted by on
I know I just featured Chris Abani last week, but I can’t want any longer to share this poem with you:
In this Cathedral Grove, trees rise in devotion
older than words. In the red-tinted light
stands a woman in a black tashmak. Only her
eyes are visible and they lock onto a black-tailed deer,
its red coat fanning through the green. Her hands fly
to her mouth to contain the rush, but the words are out.
Every man turns toward the delicate husk; her voice.
And then her husband’s face betrays the knowledge.
This is how God unstitches our fear.