Anda Peterson
Bio: Anda Peterson worked as a teacher and counselor with low-income, at-risk youth in the Boston area for two decades. She earned her MFA in Creative writing from Emerson College in Boston. Currently, she is an adjunct instructor of creative and professional writing at the University of South Florida St. Petersburg. Her poetry has appeared in literary magazines like The Human Rights Festival of Art (NYC), Odet Literary Magazine, Snapdragon, Plum Tavern Journal, Sky Island Journal, Blue Lake Review, Little Apple, Sojourner, The Real Paper, and in anthologies Sunbury 9, Salt Creek Journal, and Something to Say. Her feature stories have appeared in The Boston Tab and Cape Cod Travel Guide. Her spiritual memoir, Walks with Yogi: the Enlightenment Experiment, was published by Shanti Arts Publications, 2016.
Tender Work
Work with what you are.
If you are a fawnat duskyou will stand still as woodin a field of tall green grassat the edge of a forestyour dark eyes wide open watching sparrows flit and fly home through lavender twilight.
If you are a fawn, your soft brown ears upright will catch soundsof wind through the pines,like brooms sweeping the sky.
If you are a field mouseyou will scurry, slipping betweena crowd of periwinkle-blue lupines and fawn hooves.
If you are a humanyou will see fawn, pines, wildflowers, mouseknow your breath as wind through the pines,and your heart as itbeats in fawn and mouse,
then and only thenyour tender workis done.
If you are a fawnat duskyou will stand still as woodin a field of tall green grassat the edge of a forestyour dark eyes wide open watching sparrows flit and fly home through lavender twilight.
If you are a fawn, your soft brown ears upright will catch soundsof wind through the pines,like brooms sweeping the sky.
If you are a field mouseyou will scurry, slipping betweena crowd of periwinkle-blue lupines and fawn hooves.
If you are a humanyou will see fawn, pines, wildflowers, mouseknow your breath as wind through the pines,and your heart as itbeats in fawn and mouse,
then and only thenyour tender workis done.
Against this cosmic background the lifespan of a particular plant or animal appears, not as drama complete in itself, but only as a brief interlude in a panorama of endless change.
- Rachael Carson