The View from There
Where in the world
does my mother go, eyes
shut so tight her lower lashes
curl in toward a view
that's hers alone?
Yesterday she told
me—after the rains, the winds
came, and this morning
that's what they do.
Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2017 by Pauletta Hansel, "The View from There," from Palindrome, (Dos Madres Press, 2017). Poem reprinted by permission of Pauletta Hansel and the publisher.