when a branch pulls at my sleeve
like a child's tug, or the fog, reticent & thick,
lifts – & strands of it hang like spun sugar
in branches & twigs, or when a phoebe
trills from the hackberry,
                                        I believe such luck
is meant for me. Does this happen to you?
Do you believe at times that a moment
chooses you to remember it & tell about it—
so that it may live again?

Copyright Credit: Laure-Anne Bosselaar, “Lately” from Lily Poetry Review (Winter 2022). Copyright © 2022 by Laure-Anne Bosselaar. Used with the permission of the author.