Zara
Raab USA
Thought
One
morning, Thought called on me,
coming
right in, making himself at
home,
sitting in my chair, his
sharp
nose and chin raised, sniffing the
air.
He went
straight to the crux of
the
matter: I lacked importance,
weight.
I lacked
stature, or friends of
stature,
I lacked power, position.
Even my
furniture was
middle-brow. My life a total bore!
I asked
him not to stay, but he
would
not leave until I myself
walked
out into the street below,
and
strolled among the people there,
and
bathed in the sun of morning.
This poem appeared in EDGZ in
2004.
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2012,
Zara Raab. |