Sarah Lindsay

Look Again

I know how little I know
from observation:
that the dog sleeping on the rug
with pure concentration
will be sleeping, each time I look up,
in a different direction,

that five wart-lidded mushrooms
can form on the lawn
in the time rain takes
to shift from falling to fallen,

that my eyes are too slow
to track shooting stars, too quick
to spy continental drift,
and Earth conceals its spin
by spinning me with it,

that a tree won’t let me
see its growth, only its height,
that hairs on my head go singly gray
only by night.

Sarah Lindsay
Look Again first appeard in International Poetry Review, Spring 2005, Vol. 31 No. 1.

Poem, copyright © Sarah Lindsay, 2005
Appearing on the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2006, From the Fishouse

Posted on February 20, 2006 6:14 PM