I Will Say

I will not say beautiful
To the shape of this peach-bellied morning cloud
To my child and the memory of my child
To a certain arrangement of stones in northern Spain
To those faces I have not forgotten
Moving through the crowds, and then gone

I will not say ugly
            to the toad, the halibut
The eight eyes in the spider’s face
The plastic bags caught in the trees
To all the bruises and the scars

I will say silently and to myself
            Wait

 

About Pepper Trail

Pepper Trail’s poetry has appeared in Comstock Review, Atlanta Review, Spillway, Kyoto Journal, Toe Good Poetry, Windfall and other publications, and his poem “Syllabus for the Warming World” was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Cascadia Review. His environmental essays have been a regular feature of the Jefferson Monthly’s “Jefferson Almanac” since 1997. Trail lives in Ashland, Oregon, where he works for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.
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