A Solstice Literary Celebration
A Solstice Literary Celebration
Near a spirit that never disappears
Gianina (Gia) Nold
Poetry
This is a poem I had been working on for a while, but finalized it during the “Workshop for Flexing Curiosity: Write What You Don't Know” session with Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer and Art Goodtimes at the 2021 Corazón de Trinidad Creative District Poetry Festival. I read the poem aloud at the Gourd Circle.
I am a poet, visual artist and teacher in Denver.
Near a spirit that never disappears
In this house
where mosquitoes live when the hummingbird
dances
the bird comes and goes away
Where monks are like children
they look at my green hair
birds have a voice
they bring “nothing” as offerings
space is white space
flies and nail-size ants circle my body
the garbage hasn’t been picked up
This is where I am earth
where my black lab hears me
rocks rinse my mind
I dream the sound of the stream
the next day I am a bug
smaller than my little I
I write this page and the next
when I do what I want
I stop
to look at the route of elk and deer
This is where I am rock
a huge rock and a bee with golden wings on me
I am ready for my next destination
where there is a path and I eat a few cherries
where hummingbirds let me read
paint or tell this story
warm with earth colors with red insects with noise
Aspen leaves move with the rhythm of the air
lily ponds exist where the dogs swim
where a rock is woman
my arms fly my world is a circle
moon my toy
Where the indigenous are stone Gods
I wonder about the nature of all suffering?
I have compassion
where anger is here by a gesture of love
Anything becomes everything
when I create from joy and wonder
a flower blooms