Poems I wrote last month #3
One assignment was to write a poem about something we had just experienced.
What does she want
the ancient bird of a woman
crippled into her wheelchair
trying to sort out
the bills in the plastic cup
with her clawed fingers?
Does she want complicated things
like meaning and authenticity
or a warm drink and a sandwich
with the 10 and the 20
that we add to the cup?
Does she want absolution or forgiveness
for something the Other has long forgotten
or does she want us to listen
to how she got there outside Peet’s
on a sunny Easter afternoon?
Does she yearn for our generosity
or for resurrection of her body?