This Room, This Chair If I come to this room, this chair each evening post dinner and light the way for words to appear, there is no guarantee, no change of the night’s direction but still it is the only way I can pray. Like a clockwork spring the key in the crown is just a part of a larger mechanism. If I knew what my life was for or if there was a grid to guide my hand then maybe these lines are for what draws the mind out of its hiding place and that alone aligns with a faith worth puzzling over.
Elisabeth Weiss teaches writing at Salem State University, in Salem, Massachusetts. She’s published poems in London’s Poetry Review, Crazyhorse, the Birmingham Poetry Review, the Paterson Literary Review and many other journals. Lis won the Talking Writing Hybrid Poetry Prize for 2016. Her chapbook, The Caretaker’s Lament, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2016.