Jeanette Harris

My body is a chant:
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us now
and in the hour of our death.
Wrecks. Snow-laced trees
and fields. Ice
up our noses, in our ears.
Tap on the glass
and slush.
You give us Robert Frost
and a lost New England
storm, carriages and
warmly distant friends.
Our end. Buddha, and rain.
How to relate what we've survived,
the curtained vision
of another side --
a biding sign of love,
high in wilderness climes
on this determined ride --
we do not die.

Jeanette Harris created A Country Rag, an online publication that explores and celebrates country, especially Appalachian, culture through diverse poetry, short stories, topical essays, photography, graphics, music, regional cuisine and links.