Merging
From behind the creek’s
left eye
I said
what is that noise
crackling
The creek replied
That is the sound
of my lips
clapping
I splashed
my leafy hands
in the water
to stir laughter into
the creek’s voice
Twin
I chased the Sun to tell it there was a hole in it
But that starless Hole pointed to a shadow in me that held the Sun captive.
— Atoosa Grey
Editor's Note: We will be posting poems inspired by Ammons all this week.