Monday 5 November 2018

1 Poem by Indigo Joanne Hotchkiss

The Sun

Now the days are drops

Growing full, ready to fall,

Melting like sunlight as the fog burns off.

The difficulties of the body

Drag the mind around.

Sunshine break through!

I’m calling you!

A flock of quail two days old

Turn the grass to liquid motion

As they pass.

Their reassuring calls

Through the afternoon

Resurrects my mood.

Through illusions cracks

Souls can fall

Where is love without the sun?

My life tries to rise up

To meet this day and it does.

For the sun just now has touched

This page.


Indigo Joanne Hotchkiss was born in Binghamton, New York in 1933. She has had her poems published in San Francisco Magazine, Oxygen, Plexus, The Steelhead Special, Avocet, and in the anthologies Cries of the Spirit and The Other Side of the Postcard. She has taught yoga and worked with runaways. She has organized and hosted several poetry reading series. She is one of the founding editors of the Haight Ashbury Literary Journal.

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