William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

An Hour from Now

The days are about survival. A man out early,
wishing not to be seen, peddles off with my zucchini
in hand. It’s all for a good cause: to quiet his hunger.

Shall I rush after him? Shall I pretend I can feed him
with the hollow fruit of my imagination? Shall I explain
to him that he has himself been imagined

                                                   in these very lines?

Or has he imagined me? No one knows,
no one tells. But it almost looks like rain.

I watch him peddle off — again,
and again, and again.

In seeing him, I am fed
by what I imagine.

Just as I imagine that I am fed.

It takes time to grow a field of grain;
but despair will devour anything,
right down to the last
acidic polyp.

Try with all your might. Lay yourself down,
cover yourself with peat and bracken.

Life comes from nowhere, yet it happens;
or it forgets where it started, and so begins again,
like every song worth singing.

An hour from now, there could be sun
on his spokes. Who will be hungry then?

Recently Banned Literature, August 10, 2011


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