When we asked Eu2Be's poet-in-residence, Boston's own GennaRose, to conjure a few verses on her vintage 1952 Hermes typewriter, she rose to the occasion with these thoughts at the threshold of 2016. So no matter where you plan to go in the year ahead, Rise—because sometimes the next step through that threshold is up...
Rise. As a clock hand rises toward noon,
Rise like cake flour meeting heat, like a lung accordioning with breath
Rise, but not as the sun — you are more than the sun
because a sun cannot touch, nor live, nor ask
Rise into your own body, fill
your skin with light, with movement —
a gazelle’s ballet across the shoulder blade,
a shivering of geese flying south
Rise a few inches off the kitchen floor &
Rise above the old follies, & toward grace
You will know the difference, because you are oil in water
Built to rise & keep on rising
Built to reach toward the moon, just as the oceans reach moonward
with the ever-turning tides
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The "Southbank Finger" photo is a shot of London street art captured by Eu2Be founder Charla Jones.