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Why I Tie My Hair to Trees
Thick, black handfuls gathered
from the comb. I carry the nest of it
outside to drape on a low-hanging branch
of the oak. Later when I look, it’s gone,
carried off by wind or birds.
I like to imagine it as home
for song sparrows, the strands
woven into the twigs and leaves.
Or collected by wood rats
along with cobwebs and cloth
and buried in the woodpile,
a piece of me nestled into the lives
of these creatures. Or maybe,
blown into the trees, tangled
in the lacy crown of the hemlock.
At night, when the outlines
of familiar objects run into the dark,
I like to think there is a part of me
that isn’t afraid, one slender curl
shining in the moonlight.
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Nancy Miller Gomez is the author of Inconsolable Objects (YesYes Books, 2024) and the chapbook, Punishment (Rattle, 2018), a collection of poems and essays about her experience teaching in prisons and jails. Her work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies including Best American Poetry and Best New Poets. She received a special mention in the 2023 Pushcart Prize Anthology. She co-founded an organization that provides writing workshops to incarcerated women and men and has taught poetry in Salinas Valley State Prison, the Santa Cruz County Jails, and the Juvenile Hall. She has a B.A. from The University of California, San Diego, a J.D. from the University of San Diego, and an MFA in Poetry from Pacific University. She has worked as a waitress, a stable hand, an attorney, and a tv producer. She lives with her family in Santa Cruz, California.
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Édouard Vuillard, Beneath the Trees, 1897--99. Oil on cardboard.
nice one, keep'em comin'
Posted by: lally | June 09, 2024 at 11:36 AM
Oh yes! The lint from my washing machine filter is mother to new birds, I hope. But this poem--starting from the title-- shows the humanity behind this.
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | June 09, 2024 at 11:53 AM
Author j Diaz once said in a talk at the Pratt library that one of the best things about fiction is you can learn so much from
It. Same is true poems I think. I now have learned a great use for my wads of shed hair and dryer lint. Love love love this poem!
Posted by: Clarinda | June 09, 2024 at 12:05 PM
Excellent choice of poem and painting!
Posted by: David Lehman | June 09, 2024 at 12:39 PM
Beautiful, and grounded, real.
Posted by: Beth Joselow | June 09, 2024 at 01:00 PM
Wow, what a stunning poem--I've never heard of anyone doing this nevermind writing so graciously and musically about it. The first thing I did after reading it was read it a few more times, and with each was thrilled even more. Thanks for finding it for us Terence and Nancy I'm changed by the poem. The day's instantly become new, enriched, changed mysteriously. You're quite a poet!
Posted by: Don Berger | June 09, 2024 at 01:51 PM
Yes—this poem is great! What a wonderful idea!
Posted by: susan campbell | June 09, 2024 at 02:06 PM
Gorgeous poem. Nancy is a master at her craft.
Posted by: Ali | June 09, 2024 at 04:10 PM
Don: Thanks for the comment, my friend.
Posted by: Terence Winch | June 09, 2024 at 05:13 PM
Thank you, everyone for your comments! I am so grateful to Terence for choosing my poem, and deeply honored by all of the comments. With gratitude! Nancy
Posted by: Nancy Miller Gomez | June 09, 2024 at 05:25 PM
Yeah! Be not afraid!
I like to think there is a part of me
that isn’t afraid, one slender curl
shining in the moonlight.
Posted by: Bill Nevns | June 10, 2024 at 12:41 PM
I love this. So bizarre yet also beautiful!
Posted by: Mitch | June 10, 2024 at 01:04 PM
I adore this poem. The book Inconsolable Objects is full of beautiful pieces, but I think this is one of the most moving. So happy to see it here.
Posted by: Rebecca Patrascu | June 10, 2024 at 06:55 PM
"I like to think there is a part of me
that isn’t afraid, one slender curl
shining in the moonlight.
Nancy Miller Gomez always get me with her last lines. Always. So wonderful to see her here.
Posted by: Laure Guerin | June 13, 2024 at 09:13 PM