by Lance Larsen
Two musics washing over me, and morning asks,
which loneliness comes closest to the inky
chromatics inside you? How can I answer?
The cricket in the tarantula’s cage
chirrs the next world.
Meanwhile, scraps of Chopin float
up the stairs on my wife’s trilling fingers
which played me whole
worlds ago, last night, when I was buried in we.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Lance Larsen is an American poet. He currently serves as poet laureate of Utah. In 2007 he received the Literature Fellowship in Poetry from the National Endowment for the Arts. He has been described as one of those writers who clings to a quaintly Romantic notion that mortality and love and soul are the abiding themes of life and art.
Last updated December 27, 2014