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Umbrella

Intro by Ted Kooser
04.30.2017

I recent­ly had the priv­i­lege of edit­ing Con­nie Wanek’s Rival Gar­dens: New and Select­ed Poems,for the Uni­ver­si­ty of Nebras­ka Press. I had been in Duluth a num­ber of years ago, and the fol­low­ing poem, now includ­ed in that book, is one that I heard her read while I was there. Since that day I have been a devot­ed fan of her mag­i­cal, play­ful, res­o­nant poetry. 

Umbrella

When I push your button
you fly off the handle,
old skin and bones,
black bat wing.

We're alike, you and I.
Both of us
resemble my mother,
so fierce in her advocacy

on behalf of
the most vulnerable child
who'll catch his death
in this tempest.

Such a headwind!
Sometimes it requires
all my strength
just to end a line.

But when the wind is at
my back, we're likely
to get carried away, and say
something we can never retract,

something saturated from the ribs
down, an old stony
word like ruin. You're what roof
I have, frail thing,

you're my argument
against the whole sky.
You're the fundamental difference
between wet and dry.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2010 by Connie Wanek, “Umbrella,” from Rival Gardens: New and Selected Poems, (University of Nebraska Press, 2016). Poem reprinted by permission of Connie Wanek and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.

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