Cork
Cork is talented with holes
because it is inlaid with them.
Cork can close them up,
can crawl into a bottle’s mouth
and silence the wine
in its throat and belly. Cork
welcomes the nail and pin.
It is good at getting pierced,
at gripping the sharp edge
back. Similarly, we are gifted
in loss. Experiences fall
from us as they happen, baby
teeth, jettisoned potential.
People leave, get shipped off
to other dimensions. Even
memories go away, burn out
like stars. Let us learn from
cork, from our talent for having
things taken away, our
adoration of the irretrievable.
From Therese B -- This reminds me of the 230-year old champaign recently retrieved from a shipwreck. I like that the poem has cork silencing wine; I never thought of wine as having noise, but it does when it's poured or when it bubbles.
ReplyDeleteI have to exclaim WOW each time I read one of your poems...I need to learn from CORK for sure! : )
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It also crumbles.
ReplyDelete"We are gifted in loss," but not all of us can renew ourselves when we're practically skinned alive. There are lessons to be learned here.
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