Wednesday, January 23, 2013

4.




I.    If the wind is a woman,
      then flurries are memory's
      molecular dance
      and chaos is narrative.


II.  The moment before
      you're fully awake
      and the pieces of the jigsaw
      haven't snapped into place:

      You could be anyone.


III.  My daughter rests her head
       against my breast:
       my right hand slides
       across her heart.

       One. Two. Three.

6 comments:

jennifer zobair said...

Okay, seriously? This is you clearing winter cobwebs?

Sarah, it's so beautiful.

Thank you for sharing these.

Sarah Hina said...

Thank you, Jennifer. I think I have a few more cobwebs to go.

Aniket Thakkar said...

"The moment before
you're fully awake
and the pieces of the jigsaw
haven't snapped into place:

You could be anyone."

I'm Batman!

I ain't never seen no cobweb cleaning lady this talented and whatnot man. No shit. Clean away girl.

Yo Jaz. 'Sup.

Charles Gramlich said...

Stanza number 2 really ignites my thinking. So true but I hadn't really thought of that before.

Sarah Hina said...

Aniket, you know you'll always be Spaceman Spiff to me.

Charles, I felt like that yesterday morning. And then the puzzle poem presented itself! :)

Richard Levangie said...

Lovely and touching, Sarah. Thank you.

Now, let's see if I can defeat this challenging captcha.