Wishness
There is this wish, that wish, and the other wish.
There is the wish not
to feel this way.
There is the wish in the heart
of the geranium leaf
such that where the leaf is lighter,
its shadow is darker.
There is the wish on the part
of my hair that fell in an arc
to have fallen in a circle
that it might be connected still.
There is the wish to be born.
There is the wish to be known,
and there is the wish to be known.
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Of Unknowing, The Cloud
In the morning would the white
cat nose the tall grass
along the driveway.
Careful not to touch, knowing
at a distance. Smell the synapse
as is the green thing springing
forth from the earth
also good to smell.
In the morning would the white
cat carefully
go its nose naming along
in the morning. It would, yes,
it did go. And in the morning watching
she thought this: it is important to remember
there is really no certain way
to be. What she wanted
to think is: I'm allowed.
Liz Waldner, _Saving the Appearances_, 2004
Liz Waldner at Poets dot Org
Liz Waldner at Poetry Foundation
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