Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca
I'm Dizzy
I'm dizzy from this
over and over,
imagining
of the big
small ball
turning
light dark
light dark
or is it elliptical,
somewhere,
the arrows point,
moving
the same numbers,
over and over,
quickly the day
turns to
turns to
it's all in my head,
I can't
mix balls and arrows
even if they move
round and round
to the same
destination
my circular sense of
direction
is dizzy.
The little black bear
The little black bear
I see
grinning
pathetically
on your shelf
doesn't remind me
of why I gave it
to you
or when or where
except that
it's too late
to change its fate.
I came
I came for
your meandering paths,
for the peace falling upon me
from your tall quiet trees
for the whisper
of the soft melting snow
rolling down the banks
for the light and the air.
You gave me dark rotten bark
a thick thud of water like the old
man's piss,
the wind pricking with a hiss
and a last minute sun,
at the gate, laughing,
"Yes, I know it's too late "