WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR Maureen McLane What I’m looking for is an unmarked door we’ll walk through and there: whatever we’d wished for beyond the door. What I’m looking for is a golden bowl carefully repaired a complete world sealed along cracked lines. What I’m looking for may not be there. What you’re looking for may or may not be me. I’m listening for the return of that sound I heard in the woods just now, that silvery sound that seemed to call not only to me. (text as found at this link)
(My thanks to Maureen McLane, via Poets.org.)
The Gentle Nudge
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What a lovely poem!
what a beauty of a poem, really identified with it, thank you.