I Hope This Email Finds You Well
Finds you in a hammock, on a mountaintop,
in a garden, wearing an old T-shirt, drinking
a watermelon fresca, in the sunlight, noticing
shadows between the leaves of a fuchsia,
talking again to your dead grandmother,
who has returned as willow, as running water
as afternoon mist, or better yet,
I hope this email doesn’t find you,
never finds you, looks everywhere but cannot
locate you, because you are locating yourself,
in a field of falling silkworms, singing
to hills and dandelions, walking
away from your computer,
new grasses fluttering under your feet,
which you just discovered
are actually made of wings.
Tresha Faye Haefner is the Founder of The Poetry Salon and Odd Pocket Press. Her poetry appears, or is forthcoming, in several journals and magazines, most notably Blood Lotus, Blue Mesa Review, The Cincinnati Review, Five South, Hunger Mountain, Mid-America Review, Pirene’s Fountain, Poet Lore, Prairie Schooner, Radar, Rattle, Tinderbox, and Up the Staircase Quarterly. Her work has garnered several accolades, including the 2011 Robert and Adele Schiff Poetry Prize and nominations for the Pushcart in 2012, 2020, and 2021. Her first manuscript, “Pleasures of the Bear,” was a finalist for prizes from both Moon City Press and Glass Lyre Press. Pine Row Press published it under the title When the Moon Had Antlers in 2023.
Love this, Tresha. Such a good reminder to get away from our phones and computers. I want to be in all these places.
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