Microcosm

In our palms
our heartbeats
hum in accord
with the wild,
expanding universe,
as if with clap
and clasp and reach
we say, Yes, Universe!
I am your daughter,
I am your son,
I am the acrobat
swimming & pulsing
in your abundant womb,
I am the spinning child –
more whir than bone,
more blur than skin,
more dance than limb –
Universe, as I twirl
and travel inside
your miraculous body,
I add my heartbeat
to yours, pulsing,
ready again
and again
to be born.

—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
© 2005










Rosemerry's books include If You Listen, Insatiable,Charity, and The Christmas Candle Book. She has received grants from the National Endowment for the Humanities and the Telluride Council for the Arts and Humanities. She is a member of Sparrows, Colorado's Performance Poetry Festival

Glimpse

Soon another hummingbird
joins this one,
jostling noisily
beside the hollyhock–
a tall, wide-eyed stem
each pink blossom
voluptuous,
vulnerable.

Another broadtail
whirrs, another,
another, the summer air
shivers on emerald backs.

It is evening,
the sun slung slack
through the field,
gold limns the grass.

And then it passes.
The warmth, the whirr,
the wild frenzy of wing,
even the pink slumbers–

just another shade of gray
below what's left
of the yellowing moon.


—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
© 2005