Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
Everyone is dead, has been dead / for a long time
I go to the closet to select a tie.
I say to myself what could happen.
It is here but the colors
have stayed away. Guests
to no one—they pout inside
A man is teaching his son to play the piano. He tells the boy, the piano loves to be touched.
The air did not crack in two.
There were no halves, only wholes.
We were surrounded, the trees leaned
Because you cannot be alone all of the time
you will lie down with others.
Because you cannot be hoarding each moment
It is a world / rich with possibilities, but slim in actualization.
Oh! plant that needs water, I bring it to you.
So tired. Go Away Go Inside Forget time.
How about a quick massage now, he said to me.
I don’t think it’s cool, I replied.