By then I'd learned to triple pirouette, which felt like disappearing.
At dawn, mist widened the space between the trees. I walked toward the studio,
past the creek and the pale- veined stones. Light measured the icicles.
And for a moment, passing beneath those swords of slow rain,
I heard the birds lift their hunger-song from early to midwinter.
4 The Paris-American
Chloe Honum’s poems have appeared in TheParis Review, Poetry, The Southern Review, Orion, Memorious, and elsewhere. She is the recipient of a Ruth Lilly Fellowship from the Poetry Foundation, an Isabella Gardner Residency Fellowship from the MacDowell Colony, and a Tennessee Williams scholarship from the Sewanee Writers’ Conference. She is currently the Writer in Residence at the Jack Kerouac House in Orlando, Florida. Find her online at www.chloehonum.com.
