Today's poem is by Maggie Smith
What can I give you? You have plenty
of seas, seven at last count, and another
version of yourself beneath them, unseen:
doppelganger caves and mountains,
the tallest secret ranges not for climbing.
Besides, I can't make you a sea
or fill each transparent wave with equally
transparent fish. I can't assemble
a forest or populate the trees with birds.
You have all the cranes you could want,
feathered or folded from paper. Look,
I have these two babiesbut you?
You have more children than you can feed,
more than you can keep alive. Every day
you lose thousands, gain thousands.
No wonder the numbers mean nothing.
You need more than I or anyone can give.
But, fool that I am, I love you. I'm hot
for you. Here, warm your hands by the fire.
I made it with myself and a match.
Copyright © 2017 Maggie Smith All rights reserved
from 32 Poems
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