Christine Cock
Christine Cock lives in the woods of Florida with her…
Before words
there would have been no difference
describable
between trees and their refreshing shade
birds and clouds of song breeze and its caress
birds and clouds of song breeze and its caress
There must have been no separation
conscious
between the hunter and her prey
they were one and the same as were
they were one and the same as were
mountains, water, the wanderer
No need to explain
whorled white petals
an embedded thorn
fevered couplings
Radiating currents would have been enoughBefore the gods spoke
distinction between earth and sky
was nothing more than untouchable distance
was nothing more than untouchable distance
horizon and fire
an unquenchable sphere of golden coals
rekindled day after day
rekindled day after day
Christine Cock
Christine Cock lives in the woods of Florida with her husband and Catahoula leopard dogs. She worked in zoo management and in conservation for many years. She received her BA in Creative Writing from Eckerd College where she won the Writing Excellence Award. Her poems has appeared most recently in the Sandhill Review, Kissing Dynamite, Quail Bell, The Speckled Trout, Red Eft Review among others. She has been in the anthologies By the Light of the Neon Moon, and And the Rocks Shall Hum. Her work has supported conservation issues when on exhibit at the Florida Museum of Natural History and when it appeared in Screams of Silence it benefited victims of domestic violence.