Still: Life

Guest post: a poem from award-winning poet, essayist, and radio presenter, Molly Fisk. Molly gardens in Nevada City, California. Find your own voice when you sign up for her writing classes (either in Molly's Nevada City living room or online). Need to get your mojo going? She's a life coach too.

Grass waist-high and tough to pull by hand, you've tried it.

Some broad-leafed plant the mower balks at

so it owns the leach field. A rainy spring and cold--

every green thing grown thick-stalked, deep-rooted, hollyhocks

spying over seven-foot deck railing, vast explosions

of nasturtiums. Want to bet the willow gains another third

in height? That box elder's shade spills halfway across the patio

Yes, Egypt's revolution, Libyan armies, oil spills, devastation.

All of it, and more. But still: life. Tenacious. Dedicated.

Unapologetic. You can swear by it.

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