The Milky Way sends out
its racehorses of light.
Who’s astonished by the way
stars smell like communion wafers?
Already the galaxy’s priests
have rounded up the runaways.
Whoever has ash on their tongue
is doubly blessed. There once
was a drummer boy
whose drumstick had eyes.
Every star he ever paddled
carried a scent of water.
Whoever speaks in stars
has a steel drum for a heart.
Percussion is a matter of attunement.
—Published previously in the poet’s latest book, Camaraderie
of the Marvelous (Kelsay Books, 2 September 2021); poem appears here with
lives with her husband and their Samoyed on six acres in a forest of oaks and
ponderosa pines in Lassen County, California, where they enjoy the solitude and
beauty. Soon after moving to Lassen County, Dianna founded The Thompson Peak
Writers’ Workshop, which has been going for twenty-six years. As she says,
“The work by others inspires me to be my very best writer.”
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