Today's poem is by Jennifer K. Sweeney
Seen from Above
Steady the freight trains
like daily missives
from other-whereour stop on the map,
the dislocation of winter's
bandwidth.Steady now the icicles
freezing in their gravity,
last leaves winnowingoff the tree
and steady the people
with their clocksongsand filled-up lives
while a few of us are dropping
away like chaff from a scythe.Emptiness.
Pour the water.
Keep the fire lit.Things are not as they seem.
To ring the bell
you must give your whole selfover to the bell-rope.
You must lift both feet
off the ground.
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