Missing the show and forgetting to eat
we make our own show
And instead feed our senses
with the texture of water and trees
and the scent of each other’s stories
The resistance begins—
“I am not ready,”
you tell your pulsing magenta heart.
“My door is too narrow
and I don’t want this,” you lie.
Yet the cracking continues unabated.
III. Night Falls
Earth Night cracks open.
Feet in the cold creek
falling down the canyon
Night falls, walls fall
warm hearts follow the creek
falling through each other’s twisted canyons
-Ryan Van Lenning
A cherita is a poetic form that I learn about from from poet Annie R. Ray. Cherita [pronounced CHAIR-rita] means ‘story’ in Malay and was created by poet ai li in 1997 in memory of her grandparents. It arises out of the English-language haiku and tanka traditions, but allows for a micro-narrative and is slightly more flexible in form and style. It consists of a one-line stanza, then a two-line stanza, and ends with a three-line stanza.