you know this is Sunday anxiety
the lurch of the coming week
sitting unsafe as dust before
a wind
by the nail the night hangs on
by the new day at the door
I am trying to tell myself
to remember
about how even stones support
each other like friends do
in every wandering corner
of the universe
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Pic: Old neighbor BL's ethereal picture of Ellis Pond in Yellow Springs, OH.
7 comments:
Beautiful poem. I know that Sunday anxiety.
I noticed the switch from second person in the first stanza to first person in the second stanza and wondered if it's because the speaker is addressing herself in that opening line.
p.s. My main source of anxiety these days is the election.
Oh, that first stanza. The word Lurch is perfect there.
And the metaphor of dust unsafe in the wind is so apt.
Love it.
It's so ugh...
I hear you Steph--the anxiety keeps mounting, and I wish I could believe it would end on Nov 6th.
(re. the slippage--does it work as a nod to the communal nature of the "Sunday Scaries?)
Thanks, Nance. I just realized that we've been reading Yeats's "Second Coming" in a class and it has the best use of "lurch" of all time. That's where I must have gotten it from :)
Thanks!
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