Sarah Dickenson Snyder
It May Be Up to Us
This bruised earth
so full of rockets and fire
may need a woman’s touch,
our slow-moving ripples,
our functional nipples,
the engine of braided bigness
as the glue of healing.
We feel the pull from far stars.
Don’t be afraid of darkness—
it’s the hinge to everywhere
we can’t see, it’s where elsewhere
resides. Remember how we open
ourselves, let life rise, and know
the dust of us. Of other worlds.
Sarah Dickenson Snyder lives in Vermont, carves in stone, wants to be a better watercolor painter, and rides her bike a lot. Travel opens her eyes. She has three poetry collections, The Human Contract (2017), Notes from a Nomad (nominated for the Massachusetts Book Awards 2018), and With a Polaroid Camera (2019). sarahdickensonsnyder.com