all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein

all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
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Thursday, September 29, 2005

if


















if i tell you the list
of things i'm afraid of,
will they, from this sudden, clear airtime,
evince their black power
from the closet shelves,
squirrel out of that thick and dusty air
into dangerous, fluorescent possibility,
and shatter the bones of my whole life?

the dog doesn't care about such things.
instead, she sleeps,
curving herself into a careful parenthesis,
head resting on her front paw.
and what this tells me is
she is either happy
or dreaming.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dear Maya,

i saw your book today. It was resting on your mother's table, in the farm house, in the afternoon's half light. I browsed and read your poetry...

I do not know your mother very well but I am a firend of a woman who rents a room there, at the farm. So we were preparing to walk down around the pond...when i picked up this book, bound like another book I love "awakening to landscape" by Rudolf Steiner and another, can't remember who... so I actually mistook one for the other, but the peoms and photography catured me and I awakened to something else... inspiration.



thank you