Today's poem is by Sarah Hannah
Every so often I am dilated; the pupils
Swallow everythinga catchall soup,
Two cauldrons, stubborn in the bald glare
Of bathroom light. They are hunting sleep
The sea grass, the blue cot rocking;
In sleep I am a Spanish dancer,
Awaiting my cue at the velvet curtain,
Now and then groping for the sash,
Or on horseback, abducted, thumping
Through pampas. I sleep too much;
I curl in at midday, sheepish,
In strange rooms. Clouds are hurrying by
The walls, a wash of white; still my eyes
Are mazing through their dark gardens,
The great lamp shut, the crescents duplicating.
It is only a temporary state of affairs.
The sun boils behind the moon.
Copyright © 2007 Sarah Hannah All rights reserved
from Ibbetson Street
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