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© by Maya Stein

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

surrender

even when it is so late
i forget to make the list
pointing my way through tomorrow,
and spell badly the simplest words,
and burn my tongue on tea

even when it is so late
i am a shell of myself
peering from wide, red eyes
into the thrumming ether of midnight

even when it is so late
it is useless to keep time
silly to eat or drink anymore
and phone calls are out the question

even when it is this late
it is never too late
to put it all down
the lists
the words
the bloodshot midnights
and listen, patient as a mountain,
as she sleeps.

each breath is unceremonious
as the next, but still
my heart sprints regardless.

i realize it is not her surrender
i'm so grateful for.

it's mine.

3 comments:

nomadic_waves said...

Nice poem,the words melted one into the other seamlessly

William said...

I love "patient as a mountain".

jean reinhold said...

Ah...good. I was hoping this new love was a woman. I don't know why...all love is extraordinary in my book.

(It's so weird how blogs can make you wonder about people in greater detail than is revealed, almost like there should be a Q and A for the readers.)

I loved this poem, and agree with William. "Patient as a mountain" ...lovely.