Our apologies linger unspoken and large,
I no longer remember the origin of hurt.
Please tell me
which is the way to forgiveness?

I look out the window, I say “Tree, tell me a secret”.
I am half-poised on the brink of treasure
and don’t know which way to turn.

Water rushes across slate,
carpeting the stones, the colors winking and sly.
Empty is the negative space between joy and song and
I feel safe there, but inside the white noise of my
solitude I miss you. Tell me the way.

Tobi Cogswell is a co-recipient of the first annual Lois and Marine Robert Warden Poetry Award from Bellowing Ark (2008). Her work can be read in SPOT Lit(erary) Mag(azine), Penumbra, Newport Review, Essence, Seven CirclePress, Forge Journal and Spoon River Poetry Review, among others. She is the co-editor of San Pedro River Review.

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