Self-portrait - Sam Rasnake
And if this morning is a dream,
how deep the water? how dark the closet?
I've invested the grackles of winter
to a field, sloped, untended,
with its brown almost angry stubble,
a fierce resistance to the new.
My only certainty is this window,
and not the life pitched against the glass.
Sam's poetry has appeared in journals such as MiPOesias, Pebble Lake Review, and Boxcar Poetry Review. He is the author of one chapbook, Religions of the Blood (Pudding House), and one collection, Necessary Motions (Sow's Ear Press). He edits Blue Fifth Review, an online poetry journal.