No One Listens
For fifty years, one passion.
Bought wherever love was sold.
A turn, a glance.
The water-spider glides on it.
Under, small fish.
Above, the scent of
bay trees rustling.
The un-famous.
She is led,
allows it out of tradition.
Carrying the vision
in her heart.
A turn, a glance that no one buys.
Below, sleeping shepherds.
Above, the naked feet.
The hem of her red dress.
"Lead me to paradise" is
the refrain she sings.
Dump a bucket of water
on the cement. Sweeps with
a greek broom. No one
arrives for all the years
to step on the drying floor.
The door open.
Linda Gregg
from "All of it Singing".
"Bought whereever love was sold" that seemed odd to me, but I really liked all else in the poem.
ReplyDeleteI guess I do not understand it as it was written.
I picture an old lady marreid 50 years, who's husband has passed on, yet she is happy.
xo