Elegy

Everyone forgets that Odin could speak to the living and the dead
They remember his raven only. Lie on the ground
Press your face down by the roots
Ignore the neighbors. This is Odin’s day.
My mother and father dine in a garden
Where jonquils grow from broken promises
And Odin’s verses are on the wind.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto