- Cloud Nation
Good morning this is your life-
boat tethered to a tree. It is morning time
which means you have a location.
There is food for fodder to be foraged, found
[huckleberry, mulberry, cloudberry] you are a location,
Underneath a nation of clouds sideways of language,
say, stratus, say cumulous say, cumulonimbus, [End Page 14]
this vowel of mourning this trapdoor of seasons,
You are twenty-nine in a rainy season.
Here, a dark forest you bump into
[silence, sequoia, sky] everything for the feeling,
to touch a body strangely to strangely touch that body,
the month of October a place you once were. [End Page 15]
Catherine Bresner’s poetry has been published in The Pinch, H_ NGM_N, Burntdistrict, Handsome Journal, Yemassee, and has poetry forthcoming in BOAAT. Currently she’s pursuing an MFA in poetry at the University of Washington, Seattle, where she is the coordinating editor for The Seattle Review and an intern at Wave Books.