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It's What I'll Never Know About You That Haunts Me

I put in radishes because they seem in such a hurry. 
The garden weeded, free of buttercup, dandelion, 
and I tossed out a whole sack of wildflower seeds 

I’d hung onto for years, not knowing where to sow.
The birds must have looked the other way, busy 
with new-laid eggs, the soil now covered with green stars. 

Sometimes nothing happens.
Sometimes we have to shake the ghost globe,
ask the ancestors where they wish to travel today. 

In the distance a dog barks. Sometimes my dead 
remind me of stars I’d all but forgotten. 
There were prisoners who drank poison, some 

who threw themselves against the electric wires, 
out of windows—they were so afraid of dying 
somewhere else. This morning I water strawberry plants

fading in a black planter, worry about people I don’t know 
dying in nursing homes, in cages along the border. 
What if truth was loud enough, even the deniers heard

and began to believe? This morning I pull a snail
away from beneath the leaves of the bay plant, uncover 
a tree frog beneath a pot of soil, and nothing growing in it. 

The snail was beautiful. The frog was hesitant 
to leave the bowl of my glove for the unknown territory
of a tulip leaf. 

It’s what I’ll never know 
sometimes saves me. 


Poet and photographer, Ronda Piszk Broatch is the author of Lake of Fallen Constellations, (MoonPath Press, 2015). Ronda is the recipient of an Artist Trust GAP Grant, and her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart prize. Her journal publications include Blackbird, Diagram, Sycamore Review, Missouri Review, Palette Poetry, and Public Radio KUOW’s “All Things Considered,” among others.

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