When She Stirs: A Poetic Reflection

by Jean-Paul Thuot

When she stirs, the night nestles close,

the sky is cracked open

you can hear the wind

The winnowing moon

blows clouds like chaff seaward

when she stirs, the night nestles close

Sighing, hands reach for hands

the moon turns away

you can hear the wind

Distant hills gather starlight

the trees are fingers reaching

when she stirs, the night nestles close

In the agony of creation

even the boldest cry out

my love, when you stir

the night nestles close,

I can hear the wind

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Jean-Paul Thuot lives on Lekwungen First Nations land, known as Vancouver Island British Columbia, where he draws great inspiration from nature and observing humans in all facets of their lives. Writing with vivid imagery and spare language, he seeks to draw attention to the hidden and introspective side of lived experience. His work has been accepted by Marion West, The Brussels Review, Pictura Journal, Touchstone, and most recently by Poetry.ca for their Poem in Your Pocket 2025 collection.