How much can a poet pack into 7 lines? Well, how many moments make a day? How many eyeblinks in a life? You will love to read this piece more than once...smiling all the while.
Nob Hill resident Gail Miller writes mostly fiction. This summer she is reading Tristram Shandy, pep-talking a tomato plant and tagging along with her one-year-old daughter.
What did you expect from life,
Blessedness and sunlight forever?
Why should that be so when half of the world is always in darkness?
Sunlight withers you. It leaves nothing to the imagination. All is hard and honed and exposed.
To want that is to want a candleless world, a desert that does not cool, a book that does not close.
To want that is to want lines and objects and distance.
Instead of ocean and union, and indistinguishable Us.
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