sterile rooms,
tiled floors,
the scent of antiseptic
in the air,
in spite of tubes
and drains
and hands that turn me
in the dark,
the mountains lie
in giant triangles
just beyond
chilled window panes;
I have seen the glory
of the sun
throwing diamonds
on fresh-fallen snow;
I have inhaled
Balsam firs
and woodsmoke
curled from chimneys;
there was never a trail
too long, too high,
still no trail
too long, too high—
so, day after day
I will rise;
I will rise.
Arvilla Fee lives in Dayton, Ohio and teaches English for Clark State College. She has published poetry, photography, and short stories in numerous presses, including North of Oxford, Rat’s Ass Review, Mudlark, and many others. Her poetry books, The Human Side and This is Life, are available on Amazon. Her third book, Mosaic: A Million Little Pieces was published December 2024. Arvilla’s favorite quote in the whole word is: "It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” ~ Henry David Thoreau. To learn more, visit her website: https://soulpoetry7.com/