Sometimes a Poem Exists When it Didn’t Before

Unscheduled days

absolutely no subliminal message no need

for urgent descriptions of people or politics

(although a woman yesterday, Pnina, kibbutznik

who moved, 50 years ago, to Athens, Ohio

to start a kibbutz and she did and they’re all still there

she could be a poem.

Nevada caucuses could be a poem too but

not this one.  This poem is about Saturdays and how

for those of us who don’t have to work on Saturdays

we listen to Glenn Gould’s Goldberg Variations

celebrate Nina Simone’s birthday by hearing

as much as we want of Nina Simone

walk to the store and buy raw cashews and shredded coconuts and curry powder

roast them together  finish reading Girl Woman, Other

consider the difference between admiration and love.

 

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.

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