If I Rise
by Sarah Dickenson Snyder

If I rise from the earth
invisibly trussed to a sun
in the ripples of fabric,
unwedged, untangled—
I become a hot air balloon
or a small slice of the moon,
unextinguished in a crowd of stars.

AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: Rising up on the Inca Trail, Peru, 2010.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This poem emerged from my love of being surprised by a hot air balloon in the sky while I am on a morning bike ride in Vermont and by the moon in all of her phases.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sarah Dickenson Snyder been writing poetry since she knew there was a form with conscious line breaks. Pertinent to her work as a writer, she has been an English teacher for many years, a mother for several, and a participant in poetry workshops. She was selected to be part of the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference and has had poems published recently in The Comstock Review, Damfino Press, West Trade Review, The Main Street Rag, Passager, and other journals, reviews, and book anthologies. In May of 2016, she was a 30/30 Poet for Tupelo Press.