To the night I offered a flower and the dark sky accepted it like earth, bedding for light. To the desert I offered an apple and the dunes received it like a mouth, speaking for wind. To the installation I offered a tree and the museum planted it like a man, viewing his place. To the ocean I offered a seed and its body dissolved it like time, composing a life.
Copyright © 2012 by Howard Altman. Used with permission of the author.
Howard Altmann is the author of In This House (Turtle Point Press, 2010). He lives in New York City.
Date Published: 2012-07-26
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/offerings