Found Fourth Instant Sher
Her gaze turns outwards
From my face to move over
The far wall. Never mind,
I say to myself, if not
Its finger of light, the warmth
It throws off is sufficient.
Note: I thought this sher in which I channel myself was lost but "the gaze" I speak of in these lines kept it, and gave it back to me this morning. For this, as one of my fav poems by Adam Zagajewski decrees, I will "praise the mutilated world":
"Praise the mutilated world and the grey feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns."
Searching for these lines in my Big Book of Poetry, I discovered I had written two "poems" off and for Adam Z's poetry, one of which I am not ashamed of, and the other being a non-poem. Also, statistically, this is the 435th "poem" archived here.
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