A Light Says Why
A light says why. From all the poor prying. Again we attain a more regal posture--small bird accompanying slips between our whim. Where will we flicker, loose as two feathers from a wren's back? Gone, do not brood for all the hands that miss you. They hardly hold. Don't wait, one who thought a dark eye could save you, like night with its black paws curled and gone to sleep. There are only two names to remember, Loss and Pleasure, crossed in this field like no man's borrowed light. Call the far-sighted foxes to the launching. Call the small deer scattered in the back brush, swift as flit. Contingency has arms and hands and wasted faces. And a body, shrunk and scurvy, built to burn.
From Spar by Karen Volkman, published by the University of Iowa Press. Copyright © 2002 by Karen Volkman. All rights reserved.
Karen Volkman, author of Whereso (BOA Editions, 2016), is the recipient of the James Laughlin Award, given by the Academy of American Poets, and the Iowa Poetry Prize.
Date Published: 2002-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/light-says-why