Wondering, Just for Today For Emily One jaggy shard Of bird blue shell Frail as tissue paper Among the wild grass Speckled and sun handled Dainty as a dust ball in my palm I hope it hatched a successful fledgling Rather than predator thievery I worry so much these days And on this slow sorrow of a morning A friend’s face sweet among clouds I want to preserve life Or what had once held it The shell the body the husk Isn’t it all the same? The pause where humble air settles That window through which We wing and soar
Allison Thorpe‘s latest book is Restless Pilgrims (Broadstone Books). Her work has been published in such journals as Pleiades, Tipton Poetry Journal, So To Speak, and Hamilton Stone Review and has been nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize. She lives in Lexington, Kentucky.