a poem of recognition

As a child, I lived in many houses, twelve in seventeen years.
I was accustomed to turmoil, chaos and reorder,
the rhythm of packing, carrying, unpacking
all of my winnowed things.

I am ever drawn toward containers:
painted boxes, baskets, bowls, empty shells and fossils
all with the capacity to hold



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Michelle Berry Lane

Earthling, Writer, Teacher, Learner; Attending to thresholds and the uncovering of meaning. Grad student: MA-Theopoetics & Writing; taught kids sci/nature 25+y