Lunacy
I’m tying myself to the earth
with the roots of small things:
tomatoes, herbs, moonflower.
Make something of yourself.
You are a kite. Tether yourself and
be still, grow downward.
You are your own gravitational mass.
Your craters are blooming philosophers
I live in a valley of heat, reflecting nothing.
I keep my light, turn it into water, and push it out
through pores.
Make rivers. Drown your thinkers.
Create the plummeting flood.
Danielle Hanson received her MFA from Arizona State University and now lives in Atlanta, GA. She is former poetry editor of Hayden’s Ferry Review and former managing editor/assistant editor of Carriage House Review. Her work has appeared in Blood Orange Review, Iodine Poetry Journal, Lake Effect: A Journal of the Literary Arts, The Comstock Review, Poet Lore, Clackamas Literary Review, and many others. Her poetry has appeared in the Poets Against the War Anthology and Shout Them From the Mountaintops: Georgia Poems. She has been on staff at The Meacham Writers’ Conference and received the Fulton County Arts Council Grant for a residency at the Hambidge Center.
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