Poetry by Anne Leigh Parrish
We map disaster
Perilous seaways
Treacherous mountain passes
Forbidding terrains of all kinds
Do we hold it in common, or
Is there one map for you, and another for me?
We find ourselves on a tiny plot of land
In a strangely calm sea
How do we escape?
The map is blank
Faded and burned by the sun
We’ll draw a new one, you say
With clear paths and gentle views
No, I say, that’s a silly fantasy
You say, perhaps, but some call it faith
Anne Leigh Parrish’s new poetry collection, If The Sky Won’t Have Me, was recently published by Unsolicited Press. Her next novel, A Summer Morning, arrives in October 2023, also from Unsolicited Press. She lives in Olympia, Washington. Explore her writing at www.anneleighparrish.com and her photography at www.laviniastudios.com.
