Poem in Search of Comfort

by TC Tolbert

A straw-haired
holds the hollow
door open – every
bird I see I say please
do not hear me –
I never felt
what I feel
a line could be –
my fear has made me
small – rain
on an ox
eye – a pigeon wet
with its own
name – the bell inside
a metal bowl struck
and set loose
by a rock

Last updated February 19, 2023