Monday, June 27, 2016
Bow and Scrape
How freeing, to bow out; there's wisdom in it.
Mind's tumescence halted.
What's twisted in you
no longer twisting
Silence is best.
Stillness. Trying not
to put a word wrong.
(I speak so circumspectly
these days even the dog won't come!)
Enough. Just keep going.
(But let's admit it's not much fun.)
I close the blinds to block out probing eyes.
The roses on the window sill
still flame against the sky.
Darkness crawls out early from the rain.
A stranger calls to check that I'm alive.
One day I shall fall
down those stairs
and it will be
I must surely recall
my children and feel ashamed.
The fall will create an elongation
in time, a lacuna for recapitulation.
And nothing will flash before my eyes—
Nothing. Only darkness; easeful darkness.
- Michele Seminara 2016
Michele Seminara is a Sydney poet and chief editor of Verity La.
Posted by Justin Lowe at 1:14 pm