poem notes's video: Water Table - Eliza Griswold

Water Table —Eliza Griswold My earliest wish was not to exist, to burst in the backyard without violence, no blood, no fleshy bits, mute button pressed alone behind the rectory where no one would see me. This wasn’t a plea to be found or mourned for, but to be unborn into the atmosphere. To hang in the humid air, as ponds vent upward from the overheated earth, rise until they freeze and crystallize, then drop into the aquifer. Source: Poetry September 2013 A Thought: We are all…just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, and then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents. —Maggie O’Farrell, The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox (2009)