There's a place where weather warms its arms and rests awhile, while winter drapes the back of a chair like a robe slipped off in dark. Here, days drag long shadows to fatten in sunlight, and wind braids air with air. At dusk, drowned stars fetch fire somewhere born before night had a name, before anyone. Come evening, minutes float back and rise the way water sweetens in a long rain. For a moment, I'm pinned still in the clutch of a soft moon turning over me slow. The mare stretches and gives a croaking cry. She’s drunk with her own saunter, though she knows it’s early and the field fence goes on.
Cesca Janece Waterfield’s poetry, nonfiction, and short fiction have been published in or are forthcoming from Deep South Magazine, Scalawag Magazine, Writers Resist, Foliate Oak, and more. They were nominated for Best New Poets of 2017. They teach composition to undergraduates as a PhD student at University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. They completed their MFA and MA at McNeese State University.