Tuesday, April 04, 2017
I'm learning to tread circumspectly;
my belly, soft from children,
divining the way.
Beside me the cat, utterly at ease,
and the dog's inner ears and underbelly
faithfully offered up.
I've just said prayers!
Fed flame's wrathful maul
white seed instead of black —
unprepared for this familiar, devotional urge.
The world is in tumult but in this moment
mind is still.
Do you see that cloud in the sky?
No, nor do I.
- Michele Seminara 2017
Michele Seminara is a Sydney poet and editor-in-chief of Verity La.
Posted by Justin Lowe at 8:35 am