Today's poem is by Dorianne Laux
Raft
Small flying creature for whom
I have no name lesser
than a gnat your wings churn
on an engine so fragile I cannot
imagine it, though I can, if I stand
very still, hear your life humming
near my ear in the quiet bathroom,
combing my hair in the aftermath
of the nightly news: the strewn
limbs and firebombed cities,
the men clinging to rubble
as if rubble could save them
from the swaying, the hurtled
world. Nameless creature
for whom this cramped room
is a universe, the good steam
rising from the shower stall,
you’ve settled on the soap cake
melting into its bamboo dish, a man
on a raft who could be crushed
by the waves rolling over him, forever
it must seem. Do you look up toward
the light, the pocked and cratered
terrain of my face, a moon so huge
you cannot fathom it.
Copyright © 2007 Dorianne Laux All rights reserved
from The American Poetry Journal
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