a found poem (on blackbird.vcu.edu)
by PAULA CISEWSKI
Am I afraid to be forgiven?
I’d have to wear nicer suits.
By the time everything is fair I will
have devised a system to send word
via the birds on my roof. But I am
of two minds about most subjects
and, in turns, one mind must elbow the other
who is snoring. That’s why I thought I enjoyed
talking too much tonight at the brewpub
until the silence of the long walk home
made a better argument, better
company. The sky’s library of stars and dust,
whatever is possible remaining possible
even as it’s gazed at through the private
telescopes of an entire hemisphere.
It’s now. It’s not forever. And this
forever shall be true. To see further,
those without telescopes sometimes
cup their hands around their eyes.