I will start with my mouth then live with antlers.

My hope was to do these quick sketch-poem-interviews more regularly, but it's summer and this year has been like a hopeful drive to somewhere you eventually realize does not exist, so can you blame me for winging it out to the ocean at every opportunity--and anyway, the sound grass is already going blond this late July.

A thing I inked rapidly after rereading 'Spark of the Sky Stag’s Great Heart'

So, maybe read this poem from Sarah Messer now but then again when you are home after many hour of salting and sunning and you have sand in your shoes, in your teeth.

Sarah first published a draft of this poem on Facebook, and I was so in love with it, I made her send it to me. I was slow to post, though, and it has by now been a featured poem on poets.org's poem-a-day, published by the Academy of American Poets. Here it is again, in case you missed it, in all its quiet-hearted majesty. 

Spark of the Sky Stag’s Great Heart

Sarah Messer

strung from a thought arrived through the keyhole grasping
the hand of another

I will begin with my mouth

then live with antlers remembering the light inside, always to breathe this unforgetting

and his body shaped like a crabapple tree

or a mother raised by a wolf looking back at the mirror

and trying not to break anvils on the bottles of blame

in another life: smell of moss, stream water, depressions of dark orange rocks which trap tiny fish

the consequence of silence: a field beneath opening clouds

on that morning I woke to the sound of the blue jay and used a small silver key

some day we will all be gone from this place

now that the live oak has thrown down all its caramel-colored leaves, thought lives in the ear-shaped idea of this only

Copyright © 2015 by Sarah Messer. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 29, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.

2-Question Interview with Sarah Messer

What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?

  • I love a toasted everything bagel with chive cream cheese and tomato.

Something lost, stolen, or broken that you wish you could get back?

  • Broken….I had a beautiful pottery mug from Portugal that I took with me everywhere. I actually gave it to someone and then took it back secretly. This terrible grasping and selfishness is probably what caused a tree branch to fall on it a month later and break it. Because, really? A tree branch?  This was years ago and I still miss it.