Archive for Sunday, September 16, 2001

SUN Stone poem for paper

September 16, 2001


which was so hard to get across

even when we went

the two of us together

how will you manage to cross alone?

the seventh century Chinese poet asks

I am crossing

at first in shock

then in tears

now with eyes open

crossing sideways

pulled toward life

and pulled toward death

or is there death in both directions?

forward steps

backward steps

oblique steps

open steps

crossing steps

Thelma Thelma

I hear you calling

I am struggling

two steps forward


one step back

searching seeking

two steps forward


one step back

I am crossing

-- Joan Stone

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