Erin Berry – Poetry


My lips flap with the wind
tightening around my body,
another scarf swirling about my head.
The gods were on the hill
that day when the overwhelming
heights filled me up,
a nectar of new thoughts,
nectar that blocks my lungs
with the inhalation of relief
from the trek up revelation’s peak
to the descent, heels grinding
stone as grassy mounds
are gathered in my mind,
inspiring breathlessness
even at the bottom,
through the gate with the earth
clinging to my shoes.