Today's poem is by Steve Wilson

for Robert Creeley

Like a numbing thumb,
the moment dulls until it tastes
complicity. Of worry

then the craving gnaw—to eat and eat is all,
is all. I've stored long
loss upon some kitchen shelf.

A jar that rounds along
the night. Worry words: that works
us sure, the way

a nightbird sures—through shadow sures
its call. At least
this once. This one, at last.

Copyright © 2007 Steve Wilson All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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