to breathe in my mother’s music I learned to push
even columns into the flute 

                          Sarabandes    Minuets    Gigues

danced & paused	         danced
to breathe inseparable

                         I dreamed her dream until I didn’t
                         and left


on virtual boardwalks toward a ridged horizon I click 
like & sigh: trees

                         cloister my view here, my heart
                         for distance


from my mother’s ear for sound and cadence
I learned to love	      our language

                         left it to breathe
                         in another


I push through
chlorinated water, pass

                         a hair and leaves
                         push, reach	  push—

the sun above
an incandescent net below

                         astir




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Burgi Zenhaeusern (she/her) is the author of the chapbook Behind Normalcy (CityLit Press, 2020), winner of the Harriss Poetry Prize. She co-edited the translations of the poetry anthology Knocking on the Door of the White House (Zozobra Publishing, 2017, J. Ballesteros et al. editor). Her poems appear in Seneca Review, Diagram, Oversound, and elsewhere. Find her at https://burgizenhaeusern.com/ and on twitter @burgi323. 

             out-swung
window wings spread
             cool respite
                        release cloistered
breathing	porous house
             to porous
                         evenings
             golden
noises
             home to home
mingle
             in the warm dark
so close



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Burgi Zenhaeusern (she/her) is the author of the chapbook Behind Normalcy (CityLit Press, 2020), winner of the Harriss Poetry Prize. She co-edited the translations of the poetry anthology Knocking on the Door of the White House (Zozobra Publishing, 2017, J. Ballesteros et al. editor). Her poems appear in Seneca Review, Diagram, Oversound, and elsewhere. Find her at https://burgizenhaeusern.com/ and on twitter @burgi323.