I hope this email finds you well

 I hope this email finds you well-adjusted and well-rested

And not bludgeoning yourself to death with your keyboard

Or reattaching your eyeballs with bulldog clips

I hope this email finds you with an unclenched jaw

Taking that pottery class you’ve been thinking about

Or reading that book that’s been sitting by your bed for months

I hope this email finds you in a cottage somewhere

Milking a sweet-tempered cow

Or deep in the cool trees watching the river run past

I hope this email never finds you

I hope you’re looking out a train window right now

Or pressed into the back corner of some hot dusty bus

I hope you took your two good legs and ran into the hills

I hope you make it

I hope you’re free of the blue light

I hope you’re somewhere with a wide open sky.

Jessie Fenton is an incurable show-off, who’s won poetry slams everywhere from the Writer's Festival, to WOMAD, to the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. Her poems can be found in Starling, Stasis, Wild Honey, and a forthcoming collection from Landing Press. When not writing poetry she can be found wobbling through the streets of Auckland on her pale blue rollerskates.