Leslie Rzeznik
Pie
we could be the clatter of two
knives cutting butter into flour
we could be the creaming of sugar
and eggs by spinning cages
we could be cinnamon and cardamom
ginger and cloves ground into dust
could we find pleasure in the cut
of a knife, the release
of a cage, the gasp
of dust?
the limb about to leaf sheds
winter’s husk that held its promise
the bud commands the empty
space where it slept
Leslie Rzeznik’s work is driven by the curiosity of science, the earth, the body, and the spirit. She spins the written word not just into bytes and ink, but into her fiber arts, too. She is currently at work encoding her poems into cobweb lace shawls of silk and wool.