Poem Corner: Apocalyptics

On this day I am a washer woman

On this day, I carry the dead

and on the next, I carry water for the living

In this life, I am a listener, speaker and record keeper

In other lives I have been the same

through time and epochs

In this life, the story is mine and not mine

In every life I have been enchanted by beauty and honesty

 

This is this and that is that.

 

—Ericha Scott