Tuesday, February 19, 2008

On Reading With Palms

In silence
a truth is heard
Fragments of words answer
as if you had no other voice

Patient you, quiet teacher
dispensing wisdom from closed books
As if I would ever listen through
the noise of my raucous singing
and the sound of pages twisting
through my frenzied searching-

To the sound of a single kiss
on my collarbone as I slept through
the morning

1 comment:

Larry Kuechlin said...

Your command of language, and the way you build such wonderful context out of so few words, is a testament to your brilliance.

This is a lovely poem. The first stanza is exceptional.

Larry Kuechlin