Peace, Part II

Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Tuesday, April 19, 2016.

I don't know what you call the opposite of a land mine, but I found another today. I was cleaning and I found a dusty jar of kohlrabi pickles sealed in the summer just before the war. I've kept these pickles a long time—there were some days ...

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For Spring

Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Friday, April 8, 2016.
My prayer is to live
by this returning moment:
anger recognizes itself,
lays itself down
in a fresh bed
of cold soil,
giving itself back
to the original longing.

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Found

Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Tuesday, April 5, 2016.
Keep faith—if not always hope—
with your heart and what it holds.
Follow in momentous footfalls
the way of your particular longing
until you find your lost beloved
bound up, tangled indelibly
in the world, her fragrance
found in everything
and everything found in her.

Where you recognize her ...

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Invitation

Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Wednesday, March 30, 2016.
Lord, help me to pray
less. Help my gratitude grow
plainer, for smaller and commoner things.
Help my exaltations
dissolve into breath.
And by grace, may I make peace
where the shy wordless creature
can squeak his petitions—
small prayers for small moments
when I break off two squares of ...

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Batman

Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Sunday, March 20, 2016.
When Batman saved Gotham
(having finally figured out
how to synthesize an antidote),
he couldn't go back to just being
Bruce Wayne—like most superheroes
Batman is maladjusted
for everyday life,
maladapted to a saved world.

When Noah touched solid ground
having preserved human- and animal-kind
(and much too ...

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