Kiss
me
again
tongue and lips
like Fibonacci's
sequence, each movement a spiral,
enfold, unfold, a working through and against, again.
So
seek
beauty—
all else is
false hope or blind faith.
What can be seen or heard or known
by pressing hard against this world—that is beautiful.
Dig
deep
enough
and you'll find
proof of something said
that must have meant more than it seems,
must have meant something like ‘Love’ or ‘Come back’ or ‘Yes, now.’
These three poems are from Athena Kildegaard's book Rare Momentum, published by Red Dragonfly Press, and are reproduced here with her permission, as inspiration for those participating in the 2008 Gustavus Student Fibonacci Poetry Contest.