Overread at Table 4: Poem of the Day

3-4-2014

We search for the light of the open day.

We search for words that wrap themselves around us like feral leaves,

We search for the abatement of this constant yearning

for that which we sorely lack: love … luster ... lucre.

 

We search for the answers to questions whose forms elude us.

We search for a definition of the undefined shapes of these

broken-winged birds that we call emotion.

 

We search for the pinprick stars of the soulless night.

We search for the breath of that one other, soft caress on our neck.

We search for the light of the open day.

 

For Song of the Day

Signal Hill

"Los Federales"