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.

The Future by Alison Pick

I dress for fate: my plastic
pearls, my heels bejeweled
for dancing.  You wear a cloak
of stars and moons and gloves
sewn out of satin.  The party’s
dark, which hinders my chances, 
my hope that our orbits collide.
A smoky wind blows in off the terrace, 
blocks the view of what-comes-next, 
the way the dealer’s poker face
obscures the future’s features.  
He looks at us blandly and shuffles 
the years.  Everyone’s drunk.  
Everyone’s gambling.  We choose 
another game and form a ring that stands
for time.  we sit on the floor, cross-legged.
I catch your eye across from mine.
Set the bottle spinning.

~ from The Dream World (McClelland and Stewart, 2008)


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