The
Goddess is about life
the all of it
the
ever sprouting ever
growing
ness -- tender shoot in
tended
garden rampant weed that
runs
and
runs and overtakes But also she is about
the
mole the vole the
cat the hawk
the
blood the fur that’s left behind so
ripped so torn one
cannot say what was
it She
is about life the equality
of
dying ness To her It’s all the same Eden
Rose
and thorn of rose thistle
flower and thistle
prick fur of mouse bone of bird rock
tree
sky cliff gut glut
the
streaming
stream and driest dust -- She does not
hold one thing more
precious (that’s the job we give to God)
They are
you are we are all
just
skim just
skin just pulse until
we’re
not (not mind not heart not flesh)
She is everywhere in everything
Not
cruel not kind
fecund indefatigable
Praise
her
Elsa Johnson was born in Cleveland Ohio in 1943 and has mostly lived here all her life. An undergraduate art and English major, she was mentored by poet Fred Eckman during his years at BGSU (see Over West) in the '60s. Elsa then studied English Literature at the University of Indiana at Bloomington, and taught (briefly) at the University of Akron. Sometime in the '80s Elsa totally switched gears and went off to the Ohio State University to study and receive a Masters degree in landscape architecture, which she has happily practiced ever since. Around 2008 she became friends with poet Sarah Gridley and was returned to the practice of poetry, thus creating a full circle. Her book The Wind Speaks is forthcoming from Austin Macauley Publishers. She hopes to write poetry and create gardens and art for another twenty years.
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