Magazine | August 28, 2017, Issue

Poetry

AMONG OTHERS

Working alone in the house,

I look to the solitary sculls

passing on the river

for a sense that I am

among others. The geese—

my dogs—convene in the yard

near the water. A summer

in which much has passed

is now folded and put away.

The quiet is like a pie

behind glass, uncut.

Jessica Hornik — Jessica Hornik is a poet living in New York state. She is the author of the collection A Door on the River (Chatwin Books).

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AMONG OTHERS Working alone in the house, I look to the solitary sculls passing on the river for a sense that I am among others. The geese— my dogs—convene in the yard near the water. A summer in ...

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