Poems by Ellen Bryant Voigt

The Last Class

Winter Field

Headwaters

 

 



Headwaters

I made a large mistake I left my house I went into the world it was not
the most perilous hostile part but I couldnít tell among the people there


who needed what no tracks in the snow no boot pointed toward me or away
no snow as in my dooryard only the many currents of self-doubt I clung


to my own life raft I had room on it for only me youíre not surprised
it grew smaller and smaller or maybe I grew larger and heavier


but donít you think Iím doing better in this regard I try to do better


From HEADWATERS (W.W. Norton, 2013)