Recently published poetic writings of  Roberta Gould, “Day True”

Nothing is lost
Shuffle it
And when you reach in
it’s creation again!
You don’t need much
just a little wonder
The cup in your hand
draws its own water
and will till the seas
run dry and the rain
fails to become a river
you at the end of an epoch
a spark in celestial combustion
more than you bargained for
here where you happened to be born