This poem was recorded at Mount Saviour Monastery, Upstate New York, in a barn at midday. What you can`t see in this video is what I saw from where I was standing--the bright portal of the open barn door, a big slice of green field beaming in from outside. Death binds us to life, and there are many ways to linger at the threshold. At the end of this video you can hear the bells sounding for sext prayer. I`m grateful to the monks and everyone at Mount Saviour, and for the gracious container offered by Orein Arts. The choice of location was just chance but where else but this land under this stewardship and this particular outbuilding to pass through old loss, to metabolize back into the world? This poem is from a new manuscript.
Olivia Wood is a poet and educator based in Montreal. IG: @olvwd