Today's poem is by Sharon Dolin

To My Avoidance
       

You contain the void
yoked with the dance
to cause my demise, oh diva

of distraction, to advance
let me be done
with you. How often, in vain,

do I pace and mope, my voice
lost down this well of acedia,
each time at my desk a novice.

How many prayers do I daven,
calls do I make to avoid
the page. Hide in the glancing cove

of my mind. Still I'm avid
to become a naiad
and, into this word-pool, dive.

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from Five Points
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission