Extensions/Enclosures

Morning.  Still dark.
Myself, the bright room
reflected in the panes.

A dim projection
against a dark so dark
I can’t see what’s out there.

A sharp metallic clip
clips the silence.

Has this false dawn
awakened the birds?

Ice and then snow
bury what elation
I felt at the solstice,

the sense of expectation. 
The dream of water
singing under the pavement.

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Rina Ferrarelli's The Bread We Ate, a collection of original poetry, was published in 2012 by Guernica. She has also published two other works of original poetry, Dreamsearch (malafemmina) and Home is Foreign Country (Eadmer), and two bilingual editions of translations, I Saw the Muses (Guernica), and Winter Fragments (Chelsea). She was awarded an NEA and the Italo Calvino Prize. Two of her poems, "The Young Immigrant Writes to a Friend Back Home" and "Mayflies" were Included in WRITTEN ON WATER, Writings about the Allegheny River (Mayapple Press, 2013).