Today's poem is by Heather McHugh

Medium as Meteorologist

Listening in or looking out,
alert to othernesses, grasping something
now and then, a hand or pattern, circle,
sympathy or symbol (one side trembles
when the other one grows hot) — not

knowing one is feeling, past
five-minded touch, one wants
to feel secure. What comes is no more
than an airwave, lick of love, or lack
of candlepower — focus on the glimmer as

the blown rain batters us broadside
from the haunts of nature, just beyond
the blinds. Our knowing is only
a feel for nuance: sentience itself
the whole sťance.

Copyright © 2006 Heather McHugh All rights reserved
from Poetry London
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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