River
© Margaret Wesseling 2020
Step out
even though it's still cold
and the water tears your feet.
And all the women
© Margaret Wesseling 2021
And all the women get together
and sew up a phone list
and weave copies for everybody on the loom
and pass them around
Quiet Beginning
©Margaret Wesseling 2015
Oh my god. Well you really put your foot in it this time. How is it possible for someone to be so stupid and so blind?
Smoking
© Margaret Wesseling 2021
The thing is
there aren't many poems about smoking.
I can't think of one.
Remembering Touch
© Margaret Wesseling 1997
the light of it
morning to afternoon I strain
for the shape of your thumb
Fox Keeper
© Margaret Wesseling 2015
One morning he found a fox in a trap. Its paws were already bloody from digging at the bars.
What She Said
from What She Said, © 2012 Margaret Wesseling
When my sons went to America --
ten years of silence.
You might ask if I was lonely.
Jumping
From What She Said, © Margaret Wesseling 2012
Jumping off the cliff last time
you were with me you were not with me.
Your hand across my back all the way down.
My dog's face by the door. A train
running through Nordic forests. Pain.
hi hi hi
From What She Said, © Margaret Wesseling 2012
hi hi hi
sus sus
rustig aan
