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To Meet You in the Ether

by Leah Baker

I.

Moon day.

I climb up high and I climb up quiet
to meet you in the ether

I have been here dry and dreaming,
rising before the sun in the medicinal morning

My heart is juniper, sweet ponderosa and piñon
shaking its steady roots, stretching its thirsty lips toward you.

I am your devotee.
I will come when you call, arrive when I say I will.

II.

You, that patient, lasting edge that glows still,
saffron still, after sunset

You, kneeling at my root to witness the wonder of unfurling,
you, abiding changeless in devotion

as I weep upon the tremendous joy and marvelous pain of
baring my rose self in the light of you

You, a cracking expanse of power, of purpose,
sit steady: an attendant to my birth.

III.

Lately I am so quiet that I see shapes around shapes,
breaches of color and light, iridescence rupturing
 
its lined markings of blue-green circuitry
on the blank wall. These are my natural rhythms now.

You make the slideshow of the speaking universe
that spreads across my skin
I write the script of many tomorrows
into the lightning bursts of your irises: luminous, divine.

IV.

One can only taste with a mouth of hunger,
with a tongue lapping its curling way
 
Sweetly into the core of a treasured space.
I will worship there. I will carve the ridges


of that lock with the patient devotion
of my tongue.
 
I will kneel and pour the holy water of my mouth
into that opening.

V.

Tonight I tried to worship you at the holy chapel, a monument man-made
and monumentally grand. It was closed, gate shut.

Truthfully, I worship you everywhere
 
In the vines that brush my cheek and the cactus spine
spiking my calf, the hard sway of my hips and the salt on my tongue

In the three small bats fly overhead. I am a woman, you may remember,
and there are things my body yearns for

I worship you even in the impossible task
of aligning my body's purpose with my heart's and my spirit's

Look, I am here. How many years I yearned to come
to this canyon in the desert, to train my soul in this way

and I am here, on a ledge of stone
in the purplepink dusk

I worship you in my longing for you.
I worship you even in my sorrow

Leah Baker is an English teacher at a public high school. She says: I’m proud to say that many of my Creative Writing students have had their work accepted for publication so far this year. As for myself this year, I have had my pieces other than the ones I'm submitting featured most recently in The Bookends Review, Lit Tapes, The Mystic Blue Review and Twyckenham Notes.
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  • Online Issue No. 10
  • About
    • PCC Inscape Instagram
  • SUBMISSIONS
  • ISSUE ARCHIVE
    • Online Issue No.9
    • 2016 Fall Online
    • 2016 Sppring Online
    • 2017 Fall Online
    • 2017 Print Issue - Manifesto TOC
    • 2018 Fall Print Issue - Frankenstein TOC
    • 2018 FA Frankenstein Companion
    • 2018 Summer Online
    • 2018 Fall Folio - VOTE
    • 2018 Fall Spirituality
    • 2019 Celebrating Dia De Los Muertos
    • 2019 SPR Mental Health Companion >
      • Issue Intro
    • 2019 Fall Folio -- Moon Moon
    • 2019 Fall Folio
    • 2020 Summer Folio
    • 2020 Feb Folio
    • 2021 Feb Folio
  • Feral Parrot : The Blog
  • 2022 Handley Awards
  • INTERVIEWS
  • Inscape Alumni Board