The Whirlwind Review
Issue 1

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Beth Paulson

Word Catcher

Sometimes
when rain falls
it lets down ropes
for the lost

and if you hold
your hand out
into the wet and cold,
you may also catch
the words you need.

Weave them into a poem
that's strong enough
and it can save you.

Labyrinth

How I wanted to cross over the pebbly bar
on the circumscribed trail
I entered at one side.  The center lay
so far beyond as I composed my litany
of woes.  Augustine said It is solved by
walking so I moved my feet forward in thin
curves of fine gravel and breathed—this habit
of life—until I found myself all the way inside it.

 You do not have to know but try
to trust the path wrote Thich Nhat
Hanh I thought about when drops of rain
began to fall, or was it tears or sacred bath
for body and soul?  Then I stepped out, sun lit.




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