What Lies Here Will Remain

My Shadow Peak, Cave, & Battle Cry

Overlooking the Chicago Basin

The Healing Place

Finally on my way to yes
I bump into
all the places
where I said no
to my life
all the untended wounds
the red and purple scars
those hieroglyphs of pain
carved into my skin, my bones,
those coded messages
that send me down
the wrong street
again and again
where I find them
the old wounds
the old misdirections
and I lift them
one by one
close to my heart
and I say holy

- Pesha Joyce Gertler

Between Twin Lakes

At the time the sun was very hot, and Rabbit said to himself, “I’ll go and see what the problem is.” As he hopped along toward Sun, he found it getting hotter every day.

“The only thing on earth that doesn’t burn,” said Rabbit, “is cactus.” So he made a house of cactus to stay in during the day, and he traveled only at night.

When he came to the east, he rose early in the morning and ran toward the place where Sun should appear. He saw the ground boiling and knew that Sun was ready to come up. Rabbit stopped, sat down, and took out his bow and arrows.

When Sun was about halfway out of the earth, Rabbit shot. His first arrow hit the heart and killed Sun. Rabbit stood over the corpse and cried: “The white part of your eye will be clouds.” And it was.

“The black part of your eye will be the sky.” And it was. “Your kidney will be a star, your liver the moon, and your heart the dark.” And they were. Then Rabbit said to Sun, “You will never be too hot again, for now you are only a big star.”

Sun has never been too hot since, and after that day, rabbits have had brown spots behind their ears and on their legs. Their rabbits’ fur was scorched during their journey, long, long ago, to see why Sun was so hot.

Prospective Immigrants Please Note
Either you will
go through this door
or you will not go through.

If you go through
there is always the risk
of remembering your name.

Things look at you doubly
and you must look back
and let them happen.

If you do not go through
it is possible
to live worthily

to maintain your attitudes
to hold your position
to die bravely

but much will blind you,
much will evade you,
at what cost who knows?

The door itself makes no promises.
It is only a door.

Adrienne Rich



Armchair storyteller and universal enthusiast

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