"WIND IN THE NIGHT"
copyright by SANDY COKER

My Feet in Good Dust

A poem by Meg Withers

i.

If you could be
everything rooted,
the immediate prefix,
of multiplicity coupled...

ii.

would you be,
all slight creatures,
cupped, tender palms
and relative ease?.

iii.

We pass through
twilight shimmer,
flickering spirits,
toes and heels dusty
moving through
dwelling after dwelling.

Originally published in Must Be Present to Win, Ghost Road Press, 2006

Meg Withers Meg writes:
My poems come through me rather than from me, which only gives credence to my belief that we are one (even though I am as dualistic in my actions and thoughts as many of the rest of us). This human failing has never succeeded in convincing me that reality consists only of that which I am currently capable.

Writer/philosopher Meg Withers lives with her surprise love Rich and Ooshi, The Whizzer, and Fred-O, in Northern California. An MFA candidate at San Francisco State, her book of poety, Must Be Present to Win, is due from Ghost Road Press in June 2006. She is seeking an agent for three books about food and its tendency to connect people. Meg writes poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction, and ascribes to Charles Eame's statement: "Eventually everything is connected." She won an Open Windows 2005 award, an honorable mention from New Millennium Writings, and has or will appear(ed) in: American River Literary Review, The Bohemian, Poetry Now, Nimrod, and others. The author is not waiting for Godot, or anyone else. She can be reached by email at mrwithers@comcast.net.

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