PROSE POEM
SARAH SEIDEL
Were there years enough
Were there years enough just the two of us? In the woods, padding damp trails lined with ferns, canopy-gazing, fingers caressing carpets of star moss, kneeling before gray and orange lichen, a slug in full flight. Or at the ocean’s edge, plodding through deep sand, hopscotching the surf, racing pelicans, chasing gulls, combing the tangled seaweed for treasure, ears full of wind and crash of waves. Or in the desert, crunching gravel, following washes, cactus creosote sage, whispers of dry grass, cracked earth scattered bones, butterflies in the mud, tinajas full and reflecting the sky. The careful steps of the tarantula across the path, we bent down in wonder, children who have yet to name the world.
Sarah Seidel studied creative writing and literature at the University of Notre Dame and Chapman University. She is returning to poetry after many years as a public health researcher. Her first published poem will appear in Deep Wild this spring.
