
Elegy for the Living
By Kathryn Simmonds
We wash up side by side
to find each other
in the speakable world,
and, lulled into sense,
inhabit our landscape;
the curve
of that chair draped
with your shirt;
my glass of water
seeded overnight with air.
After this bed
there’ll be another,
so we’ll roll
and keep rolling
until one of us
will roll alone and try to roll
the other back — a trick
no one’s yet pulled off —
and it’ll be
as if I dreamed you, dear,
as if I dreamed this bed,
our touching limbs,
this room, the tree outside alive
with new wet light.
Not now. Not yet.
This poem was published in The Visitations (Seren, 2013). Source: Poetry (October 2014) Poetry Magazine
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