Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

Wednesday Lunch by Robyn Sarah

Fishing for a word in the Pam Pam Café.  Our lunch dishes 
stacked, pages on the table.  ‘Worn,’ you say, ‘or tarnished.
Used.’  I try ‘blackened’ and ‘eroded.’

Your eyes fix on a lamp above your head; mine get lost 
among table-legs, chair legs.  Finally we settle for ‘old.’

Discovering the justness of the obvious.  It has the right 
ring, this plain work: like reading the whole menu and
ordering soup and a sandwich.  We look at each other and
laugh, and our laughter multiplies, drawing stares.  When
the waitress comes, with coffee and that smile you want to 
dance to, we know that later we will go outinto the humid
afternoon and walk five or six blocks together for no good
reason, rain wetting our faces.

~from Questions About The Stars (Brick Books, 1998)


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