For the tread,
I am a farmer woman
From another field—
Hymn rise, fervid tend

For each tree. Bone
Crossing. Each.
Meal astride death

I made way
In the way light raptures
Through logs of sound. 

There, I trembled to knowledge.
And the bees glittered for me also.
I wanted a blue dress.

In the night, flies
In the lace of the trees—
A city

Where my breast culled clouds.
I peered into land
Through hollow
The wind against me.

Copyright © 2024 by Marie-Ovide Dorcely. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 4, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.