Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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Are you asking me
Are you asking me? Big
mistake.
I tend to ponder and pause
then give the long-winded
tentative careful
(do no harm) take.
How can I cover all bases,
all causes, all consequences,
you want something clear
and definitive
or maybe half-way affinitive
it will take more than the
power to fake.
last night
Last night I had this dream
I was in court, a witness,
or defendant, possibly a claimant,
yes, in small claims court, the one
of no major grievances or losses,
the sum total of meager
expectations.
Suddenly a guard changed
the plaque
on the wall to Big Supreme Justice.
It shook me up, I thought,
why here,
no one came here for that,
(it doesn't work in the big one),
leave us to our small judgments
and misdemeanours, wake up,
it's all we came for.
Just when you think
Just when you think it's all lost,
the farthest labyrinths of mind
scarred by relentless steely
question marks
bent on their pointless chase
for light, a hidden glimmer,
just when you don't think
anymore,
surprise,
(but not quite that fast)
prevailing measured breaths
feed warmth and light into
some previously ungleaned
life.