I was playing again on the stone stairs.
I could hear the hiss of seconds passing.
My mother sat as I’d left her,
among mothers, aiming a thread
through a needle’s eye. All was
as it should be. I shouted grave orders
to the dolls, my prisoners.
Clearly I was still afraid of my largeness,
my separateness, my long
horrible arms striking out.
Supplicants and prey. The hissing
sweeping hand. All was as it
ever is. I turned on a top stair.
Open the door, and the world’s silver wires
sizzle—long lit hallways with workers
hawking their nations’ wares.
A passing-by of shoes with gold buttons. So like
my own. I step over the threshold . . .
a hissing sweep of my gown.
I open my eyes. Trust now:
the body will know what I am
and what to do about it.
“Reentry” is from Nance Van Winckel’s most recent collection of poetry, No Starling, published by University of Washington Press. She is the author of five books of poems and three books of short stories. A fourth book of stories will be released in 2013. Nance has created a new form she calls Pho-toems which combines photography and poetry. “I have not left poetry. I’m just putting it on walls.”
Just want you to know how much I’m enjoying The Far Field. It’s a lovely introduction to poets from Washington State.
Thank you, Maureen. So am I.