Stanza Saturday (2)

Stanza Saturday is a new weekly post to share poetry from either a home collection or from the library.  Find a book of poems, any poet will do, and open up to a random page and post the first poem you see.  If the poem is rather lengthy, feel free to post just the first stanza and be sure to include the poem's title, the book's title, and the poet. ^_^

This week's poem is recommended by a friend at work who follows my blog.

"Sasquatch"

By Timothy Kercher

From Fringe Magazine

Set up the yard with boxwood shrubs
& butterfly bushes. Don’t mow the grass.

Take down your fence if you have one.

Make sure your lawn chairs are set

to recline. Try to make yourself

approachable as you design your yard.

Be subtle enough in movement that dogs

don’t bark, that stray cats rub

against your pant leg and purr.

Make it so your presence puts a polar bear

to sleep. Be as quiet as a colony

of ants. Be the lawn

chair in your yard. Be the shrub. Be the bush

or butterfly and don’t make a sound.

Don’t be frightened at the size

of its feet. Don’t snap a photo.

Don’t move an inch. Be the grass.

Be the air and the breeze. When you feel

you’ve done all you can,

be a shadow, be what it’s like to hide behind

what’s already hidden. When you’ve done this,

when you think you are truly ready, stop thinking,

and right at this point—become what

trusts itself enough to be seen.

What poem would you like to share today? ^_^