A River Sings | 09 11 22 | Rachael Philipps-Shapiro

Signs of Life

I know we have just landed a craft
on Mars, a planet 140 million miles away, again.
budget 2.9 billion dollars.

I know the Perseverance Rover currently monitors the atmosphere
so we might predict Martian weather, useful, maybe, 
in some imagined future.

I know how it feels to lift a boy-child up into my arms, 
resting his head on my shoulder, my whole body 
blooming from the scent of his scalp.

I know how it feels to have the hand 
of a man on my throat
chair tipping against a wall.

even now, we do not know how we become
a hard hand or a pressing knee,
have yet to travel a country mile to document these formations.

how the soft, suckling mouth of a baby grows to turn and twist,
fueled by a pit of sorrow,
how we can become a foreign land to our people.

I want to travel, here; see if our human curiosity
our humble perseverance
can reveal how to make this world more habitable.

I know that a murmur soft and low,
a tender hand, is what we need 
to sustain signs of life, on earth.

—Submitted on 03/11/2021

Rachael Philipps-Shapiro is a writer and journalist. Currently a student in the MFA program in poetry at Sarah Lawrence, she was a poet in residence at Bethany Arts Center and received an AWP Writer to Writer mentorship. Here journalism spans titles from The New York Times to Edible Westchester to Time Out London and Elle.

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Editor’s Note: The series title A River Sings is borrowed from “On the Pulse of Morning,” the poem read by Maya Angelou at the inauguration of Bill Clinton in 1993. 

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