“A
poem’s every line conceals the sufferings of Cambodia and Auschwitz …. Every
line also holdsa spring day’s joy.Tragedy and joy collide n every line.”
Adam Zagajewski,
A Defense of Ardor, 2004
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
April 27, 2021UGHT
CAUGHT
Lost, caught, trapped, stuck, not sure of what’s next.
Show me a small house in this bloated forest.
Let there bea
light in a window. Let there be a fire place – lit.
Let there be a door that opens - without any trouble. Let there be food on a stove. and a soft chair to sit on.
I need a warm bed for the night and a long, long sleep - rest.
Tomorrow I can find my way out of this mess – but not right now.