Maryann Hurtt

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The Grace of Waking

enough moonlight
to etch white pines
in ghost breath
soft exhalations to slip
away nightmare
now you rise to a tangerine
dream of morning
where you find
sweet safety
in the way once again
you love
centimeter by tiny centimeter
the grace of waking
one more day

They say your brain and muscles are 75% water. Maybe that is why Maryann Hurtt is drawn to creeks, rivers, springs in the Kettles, or wherever she is hiking. She wants her poetry to be both brawn and brain. Aldrich Press is publishing her chapbook, River, this coming summer.