Wisdom

Wisdom
I don’t know
About the flesh

Falling and flailing from the bone

I don’t know

About the dark
The night creeping into
Every corner

I don’t know

Where the air is anymore
Pure and shapely
As a still frame

I don’t know
Why my mouth won’t open
Won’t scream
Or cry
Or sing

I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know

The Wild Angels Poets and Writers Anthology
A Body of Work: Writing with Heart, Soul and Senses
My submissions- by Sandra Lee Schubert © All Right Reserved 2006

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