This poet invented a new word
for her poem: "my withness," meaning
a person who is always with you.
Kate Knapp Johnson
Half the day lost, staring
at this window. I wanted to know
just one true thing
about the soul, but I left thinking
for thought, and now -
two inches of snow have fallen
over the meadow. Where did I go,
how long was I out looking
for you?, who would never leave me,
my withness, my here.
from Wind Somewhere, and Shade, 2001
Miami University Press, Oxford, Ohio
Copyright 2001 by Kate Knapp Johnson.
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