Where We Begin
Dandelions lose their lion heads
weeds grow up to my ribs,
petrified vines cling
to last year’s bamboo.
Three planets in our morning sky,
my breath burns.
Things we barely understand
satellite showers and a month of sun.
If I had to say goodbye
to everyone I knew, today –
I wouldn’t know where to begin.
Nina Lewis is widely published in magazines and anthologies, she has two pamphlets Fragile Houses (2016) and Patience (2019) published by V. Press. She was an International Guest Poet at Perth Poetry Festival and Worcestershire Poet Laureate 2017-18. https://ninalewispoet.wordpress.com/