Andrea Potosβs poem, βEach Selfβ won the James Hearst Poetry PrizeΒ in 2004. Her poem is featured in issue 289.2, Spring 2004.
Notes from the author:Β As my daughter is now on the verge of leaving for college far away from home, I reflect again on what she inspired in me when I wrote this poem years ago: Β all the invisible, infinitesimal, yet totally inescapable changes that propel us forward, willingly or not, Β into new lives.
Each Self
My six-year-old daughter stares into the purpling
copper sky and names it dusk, a just-learned word
she is happy to declare, comparing it to evening
and afternoon. We talk of how the Earth turns away
from the sun each night,
a motion so encompassing,
our bodies cannot know it.
I donβt tell her how the child
part of me still disbelieves it β that this globe
actually spins while we breathe, while myβ¦
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