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