Today's poem is by Heather McHugh
Medium as Meteorologist
Listening in or looking out,
alert to othernesses, grasping something
now and then, a hand or pattern, circle,
sympathy or symbol (one side trembles
when the other one grows hot) notknowing one is feeling, past
five-minded touch, one wants
to feel secure. What comes is no more
than an airwave, lick of love, or lack
of candlepower focus on the glimmer asthe blown rain batters us broadside
from the haunts of nature, just beyond
the blinds. Our knowing is only
a feel for nuance: sentience itself
the whole séance.
Copyright © 2006 Heather McHugh All rights reserved
from Poetry London
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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