I have posted about her before, but since I am re-reading her latest book of poetry and her words amaze me, here is another:
Poetry Punishes You for Your Absence
She's not an easy lover who simply tilts her head
when you appear on her front stoop.
Will she allow the porch light to cast heavenly redemption
like a bare bulb in a church-basement Christmas pageant?
No, there's scowling, silence. And when finally
she takes you to the tub to wash away the world's filth,
you're always shocked, no matter how many times
you've strayed, that she doesn't gently cup your head,
but dunks it, again and again,
a baptism that just won't take.
--Julianna Baggott, 2007--
Poetry has been hunting me lately while I dodge her in the deep thickets of fiction...I know it is only a matter of time.
*Remember, I've joined the insanity--so I'll be giving you words every day until wild December closes in...*