Volume 18 – K Diana Feiger

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.