Windmills

I wrote about the windmills
that beat against my bus route.

I used words like elephantine,
I opened my hard veins

for them like a writer.
One day they bellowed back

“For your words!” and bent
their once pilgrim arms

into tongues to embrace me.
I was devastated!

Not only at the old weather,
as ever, but the soft trouble

of their touch: Secret – the way
a clean sky feels the weight

of its light.
That is, close to nothing.

I shrugged at my
windmills to

“Stand up, you are not
what you say.”

Karina van Berkum is from quaint New Hampshire, but is currently teaching kindergartners in Bratislava, Slovakia. The move was a whim and she is thrilled to be writing her way through chilly Europe! In 2007, her poems were published in Wagner College’s literary magazine, The Nimbus, and in 2010 her poem “When You Say ‘Pass the Red Spraypaint'” was published in Autumn Sky Poetry.

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