Poems & Essays

19 Sep


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While it rained
You resuscitated the symbols on the page
reading to me of earthworms.
To breathe, the earthworm’s pale sheath must be dewy,
but if submerged,
encased in water
they will drown.

I remember your eyes wide and dark,
paralyzed little circles.
Your 3-year-old lips
the outline of a cave
filling with flood water,
and how your small hands reached
For the cerulean surface.

So when I saw the earthworm
in the puddled rain water,
writhing for its breath,
I reached for it.


Alicia Gatto Petersen’s life revolves around the shores of White Bear Lake, Minnesota. She has two daughters, ages 7 and 9. She pays the bills (or at least some of them) as the Community Resource Coordinator at a local food shelf. This is her first published poem.

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