Seeing, or The Oculus

Larry and I went

to Fulton Street to see

the Oculus.  Once before

I’d been there

at a different subway stop so we

walked in circles asking

seven different people

do you know where the Oculus is

and they all said No

big huge fishbone

sticking up to the sky

none of them

had noticed and when we

found the Oculus

hard to miss

the way so much in life

is hard to miss

when we found it I wondered

for the millionth time

what I have wondered forever

 

how we see what we do

and how it might be possible

just to miss

those big fish bones

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

3 Comments

  1. Esther, I just read Seeing, or The Oculus. A perfect poem – in itself, in relationship to this period of time we’re in, in response to our shared reality and illusions. You knocked this one out of the park!

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