Today's poem is by Ephraim Scott Sommers
Because the Body is Made of Water
A thimble full of moonlight
Drains onto the forest floor
Milk through a colander.
The branches ignore those splashes.
The oaks here, like hairy hands
Shuffle against each other.
They fight for who gets to keep
And brew the fluids of the night.
I do not believe he who hails,
Love is having her all to yourself
Or her who swears, I know him
Completely. The water body
Eats the image, beams back
From a funhouse mirror
A blurred pillar of light.
We forget to check
The magician's left sleeve.
I would like to know
Why we never catch all of anything,
Why we worship reflections.
Copyright © 2009 Ephraim Scott Sommers All rights reserved
from New Madrid
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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