Posthole

Written By Jan Wiezorek

A sandhill crane cries again,
and how do you fill that emptiness?

This is where someone along the path
forced the mile marker out,

tossed it down the ravine,
leaving behind a big hole.

Someone suffers with you.
The crane is throating so,

intentional as a detective
who finds you—if she finds you—

hurt or attacked by a knife
made of wood jutting toward you,

giving you a convenient spot to say,
Here I am, here, like a map

with your face on it,
found, filling the hole

with your healing breath.

Jan Wiezorek

Jan Wiezorek writes from Michigan and walks daily among the beech forests of McCoy Creek Trail. He is author of the poetry chapbooks Prayer’s Prairie (Michigan Writers Cooperative Press) and Forests of Woundedness (forthcoming from Seven Kitchens Press). Wiezorek’s work has appeared in The London Magazine, The Westchester Review, BlazeVOX, Pine Hills Review, Triggerfish Critical Review, and Vita Poetica. He taught writing at St. Augustine College, Chicago, and he holds a master’s degree in English Composition/Writing from Northeastern Illinois University, Chicago. The Poetry Society of Michigan awarded him, and he is a Pushcart Prize nominee. Jan posts at janwiezorek.substack.com.

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