Flight, Kersten Christianson

It’s odd to go

from one weekend

to the next. Maybe

the morning sun

 

shines brightly

through a kitchen

window. You,

in flannel sleepers

 

whisk pancake batter,

drop spoonfuls

on a hot griddle.

Like the Xerces

 

Blue butterfly,

you thrived

in communities

of your choosing,

 

flit from one

to another, enjoy

breakfasts in each.

It’s odd to live

 

vigorously one

weekend, whisk

and flutter, only

to be gone the next.

© Kersten Christianson

 Kersten Christianson is a raven-watching, moon-gazing, Alaskan. When not exploring the summer lands and dark winter of the Yukon, she lives in Sitka, Alaska. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing (University of Alaska Anchorage).  Kersten has authored two books of poetry:  What Caught Raven’s Eye (Petroglyph Press, 2018) and Something Yet to Be Named (Aldrich Press, 2017).  She is also the poetry editor of the quarterly journal, Alaska Women Speak.  www.kerstenchristianson.com
Twitter:  @kerstenak

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