Hard poem, but reflects how I feel these days…
Acid - #MaryOliver
In Jakarta,
among the venders
of #flowers and soft drinks,
I saw a child
with a hideous mouth,
#begging,
and I knew the #wound was made
for a way to stay alive.
What I gave him
wouldn’t keep a dog alive.
What he gave me
from the brown coin
of his sweating face
was a look of #cunning.
I carry it
like a bead of acid
to remember how,
once in a while,
you can creep out of your own life
and become someone else—
an #explosion
in that nest of wires
we call the #imagination.
I will never see him
again, I suppose.
But what of this rag,
this shadow
flung like a boy’s body
into the walls
of my mind, bleeding
their sour taste—
#insult and #anger,
the great movers?