In The Last Psalm at Sea Level by Meg Day, I read a poem titled, “If There Had Been Time for Healing.”
I would have done it on the road –
carved out a corner of that map & lost myself
in its thick-clustered veins: I’d double back
on potholed highways & stop
alongside those lined with poppies,
stand & watch my shadow lean
into crisp orachards, heart open like
cracked blacktop, expanding in the sun.
In this poem, she writes from her perspective of feeling, portraying her inner emotions and feelings of what’s occurring to her.