Comment on this
after Die Erblindende
by Peggy Dobreer
Is it the way we are changed
whenever sipping tea? Who will be
served first diving into an unknown
cup? There is so little warning
when change catches hold. Laughter
comes‐sometimes not. Is it a crime
the way we smile or raise ourselves
to speak? How can we walk toward
birth without terror? Behavior imagines
it so. We want to sing loud into dawn.
But we walk so far behind the others,
eyes lit up like the surface of a sunlit pond
from which we soon will drink. The shadow
turns slowly , will not survive another night.
And yet with a single gesture, we see
that we can fly.
*published in Pirene's Fountain Premiere Anthology, 2014