By Ahrend Torrey
—this moment swelling like a bulb before your eyes, holding Sun slowly illuminating the blinds.
Do you hear the wren through the thin window-glass?
This is the moment you’re holding air in our lungs, in whatever condition, you’re alive, you’re alive.
Lean in close, let me whisper some- thing very important into your ear— You’ve arrived. You’ve arrived.
Ahrend Torrey enjoys exploring nature in southern Louisiana where he lives with his husband, Jonathan, their two rat terriers Dichter and Dova, and Purl their cat. He is the author of Bird City, American Eye published by Pinyon Publishing (Montrose, CO) in 2022, and Small Blue Harbor published by the Poetry Box Select imprint (Portland, OR) in 2019. His work has appeared in storySouth, The Greensboro Review, and The Perch (a journal of the Yale Program for Recovery and Community Health, a program of the Yale School of Medicine), among others. He earned his MA and MFA in creative writing from Wilkes University in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, and is a recipient of the Etruscan Prize awarded by Etruscan Press.
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