You know the old saying about stones and glass houses.
Well this is my favorite take on it.
The Woman in the Glass House Speaks
by Martha Mihalyi I know everything around me
can shatter in a high wind,
at the kiss of stone or
the highest note. What is
important here is to walk
gracefully, the imagined book
balanced on the head and
no hand, no heart, no thought
to swerve for. What is important
is to see through each wall
another wall after and then another
until I am outside myself like a bird
resting on a high glass sill-
who must know it is only air beneath:
the blur of blue and green
to fly or fall through,
weightless and singing.
2 comments:
Hey, never come across you before. I like this poem, and that you shared it. BB
a neat poem, I have not heard of this poet, thanks!
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