Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Poem: "For All Anyone Knows"

Thanks to American Poetry Journal and, subsequently, Verse Daily for publishing this poem:

For All Anyone Knows

The wasps congregating on the wind chimes, late August,
mistook them for a cathedral.

Aunt M., missing for years, didn’t drown herself in the river.
My brother, right about her husband after all.

Who says our lives aren’t mere wishes?
So much for heat, for particle and wave.

The last one tagged "It" still roams the neighborhood
calling, Where are you? I give up.

Aunt M.’s name could have been a pass-along plant.
It ended up with me.

The ocean view from the dunes no one is allowed to climb,
a postcard never sent.

Wish you were here: code for
I’m glad you’re not.


Anonymous said...

So that's what "Wish you were here" really means. SO much is made clear now.

Happy holidays, Susan. I hope next year brings many more wonderful observations and opportunities to share.


Susan Laughter Meyers said...

Hey, Kevin,

Merry Christmas to you, too! And all good wishes for Press 53 in the new year.