Monday, April 28, 2014


To believe she came first
stretch her imagination
to her own birth:

before her
there was a woman
she cannot see
breathing in this dark place.

She is traveling towards light
open sky, grass, trees, a leaf
into world from watery

Now she must remember
the swollen river
she traveled down
(through) gushing waters

(not the dry dust & bone
he described)

to believe
she came first.

by Jennifer Boire, from In Our Mother’s Garden: Or A Place of trees.  Chapbook Published by Over the Moon Press, Montreal, 2003. Shared with permission of the author.


  1. thank you for posting this Trista! it's lovely to see it again after a long time gathering dust.