Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
That’s me on his left. If neither one of us
looks comfortable, it’s because I said
I’m sorry to hear about his heart.
How different any house looks from outside
and from within. I used to circle mansions
finding out, through guessing and good luck,
What vision lights up wildernesses tonight?
The sentry scratches his head and guesses tonight.
Too many diplomas! Their frames cast gloomy shadows.
High noon in the park, as the year begins its
onward march to truly infernal weather.
“Is it hot enough for you?” yell the normal,
You’re the only creature I really love
Aside from Mama and my Teddy bear
Perhaps today I understand the saying
“We’re all miserable sinners.”
The landlady’s wearing her OLD WOMAN costume—
Shirakawa head-rag, blue droopy bloomers.
White balloon-sleeve apron top.
Top of the fountain jet
White diamond liquid sun fire
The Baby commits evil deeds unseen.
We all went to the Zoo.
That’s one thing done.
Why do I fear the true winter death to come
I guess I’ve lived without seasons much too long