Suzanne Swanson

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That Day at Our Back

We waited        waited again
We fell under the spell of wanting
Under the deepest-purpled lilac
Under uncalled-for night dreams

In our time we believed           believed                                              
In vast futures/high sky above prairie or butte
Next to clouds that erase themselves
Among the landscapes beyond borders
Love is the current  
We paddle   we drift   we turn to see
That day at our back waving.

Suzanne Swanson is the author of House of Music and the chapbook What Other Worlds: Postpartum Poems. She is a Loft Mentor Series winner and helped found Laurel Poetry Collective. Recent poems have appeared in SWWIM and Salamander. She rows on the Mississippi River and is happiest near big water.