Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
Too much of a subject can interfere,
Be a drag, so subvert the procedure to which it refers
That the wisest course is to visit it just for fun,
Think of it starting out this way: in profile
Two almost immediate peaks, but widely opposite,
The basin humming with weather in between
The senses of one’s
life begin
to fade. Rather,
The time is.
The air seems a cover,
the room is quiet.
After we
were all
a bed,
Is hunger
only automatic
appetite?
Blast of harsh
flat sunlight
on recalcitrant ground
A little
water
falls.
Needs most
happily mutual
Place it,
make the space
of it. Yellow,