The Work

Inside a straight line,
There is solace.

In water,
There is a small gift.

The heart’s souvenirs
Pile up under the tongue

It is easy now
To do the work,

Always becoming 
A scent on the path.


“The Work” from God’s Green Earth by Noelle Kocot. Copyright © 2020 by Noelle Kocot. Reprinted by permission of The Permission Company, LLC, on behalf of Wave Books, wavepoetry.com.