Today's poem is by Daniel Donaghy


I'm thinking again of Pandora
and the box, of the boy
committed to stopping her

until she undid her golden braids
and got her way.
He'd wanted to open it, too,

but he'd made a promise
to a friend, and for a while
the promise was relevant.

I'm thinking of irrelevance,
of word and spirit and heart,
how the boy leaned against

her warm shoulder for a look
just as the evil Passions swooped
like mosquitoes to their necks,

the hundred and fifty Sorrows
stinging them with guilt and worry
they'd carry all their lives,

the paradise of childhood gone,
work now to be done,
clothes to mend, hunger and thirst

stopping their laughter.
I'm thinking, too,
of my own irrelevance

when friends now dead chopped crank
on hand mirrors and snorted it
through rolled-up dollar bills, when

Wild C, who was like a brother,
jumped in front of an El train
after his girlfriend didn't take him back.

Philadelphia: that city a box of sorrows,
a flock of swirling darknesses.
And don't forget the many Cares

Pandora let loose,
the black clouds that trailed them
like doppelgangers. Follow them

over doorways and skyline.
Listen to them darting about, tickling
before they burrow in and spread.

In a week my daughter will be six.
This summer she's in paradise:
swimming, her cat, books, ice cream.

I'm thinking again of Pandora
because I'm thinking of Hope,
the last force to rise from the box,

the only answer to Troubles
like loneliness and age
Fear is the knot in a golden cord

twisted around the heart,
without end or beginning.
Hope is the hand that unties it.

Copyright © 2009 Daniel Donaghy All rights reserved
from Start with the Trouble
The University of Arkansas Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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