Joan Metelerkamp Poems

To have lost even the why or the what for -
to dream and to wake with the weight
of even the mechanical why even the mechanical wherefore -
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Schubert lieder - the moon up and the dogs
barking at who knows what
porcupine, skunk, rooikat - not so likely
(but midnight and off after a growl
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As coming upon
a puff-adder coiled on the carpet
under the desk
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I consult the old oracle,
I draw the Dao of Perseverance -
make it all come together -
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we are back
to back you
sink in to
sleep
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