First Thought, Best Thought

I’m three or four,

hidden in the branches

of the cherry tree.

I don’t ask: how

did I get here?

I don’t fear falling.

The job of the blossom

is to bloom, to be

beautifully unschooled in ruin.

Andrea Cohen’s poetry collection Furs Not Mine is just out from Four Way Books. She directs the Blacksmith House Poetry Series in Cambridge, Massachusetts.