She waited eighty years for something to happen —
some unreal sunshine, or some white rain,
or a blackbird hatching from a pear.
Whole days of darkness sat next to her.
From miles away, a boat of language took her away.
If you are disappointed for too long,
the spectacular can march by
and you would still never notice anything
because your eyes will be moored to indifference.
Martin Willitts Jr is a retired Librarian. His poems appeared in Blue Fifth, Centrifugal Eye, Stone Canoe, Kentucky Review, Poppy Road Review, and many others. He has 11 full-length collections including "How to Be Silent" (FutureCycle Press, 2016) and forthcoming "Dylan Thomas and the Writer Shed" (FutureCycle Press, 2017).
Thanks Martin. There's a lot to this small poem. " moored to indifference."
ReplyDeleteLet that not be us.