I The Poem
~Diana Feiger
say what cannot be said.
A knotted bridge from here
to somewhere
upon the frontier of dreaming.
I preach to the chickens
and solar flares.
Alone and perplexed,
you are with me, dear reader,
I want to be yours and I cannot.
I create
contradictions for your contemplation.
I refuse to interpret your conscience.
Scrimshaw fossils
will remind you that ivory
once walked the land
and something beautiful
once owned the seas.
