Oct/Nov 2004 Poetry Special Feature

Check The Thesaurus for: Light

by Nick Contreras

Check The Thesaurus for: Light

The pulse of a dimly lit
bulb ticks through the night,
insisting in a pool of silence,
Here I am! See me?
Who's looking anyway?
Finding it hurts the eyes.

The corner is looking.
That shadowed corner of the field
doesn't mind the pain.
The corner is a frontier
the light has yet to reach.
A neglected corner.

It gets plenty of rain
but no light.
It produces ragweed
but not roses.
It becomes too ragged
even for rhubarb.

Eventually, it
will become swamp.
Only mold will grow.
And then,
only then, will
the light reach the corner.


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