My teacher said I should not rewrite Dickinson,
that we need fly-up, soar-to-sky
rising-above-us guides. Wings.
She’s wrong. Hope requires muscle,
grit, I-will-do, flex of sinew
here. Present. Woke. Able.
Stargazing and skywriting
will not move the plow.
Push. Lift the heavy. Struggle.
Tricia Knoll is a Vermont poet whose work often bends toward social justice themes. Her recent collection, How I Learned To Be White, received the 2018 Indie Book Award for Motivational Poetry. www.triciaknoll.com
Artwork by Emmalene Oysti