"You Are Happy"
Margaret Atwood
The water turns
a long way down over the raw stone,
ice crusts around it
We walk separately
along the hill to the open
beach, unused
picnic tables, wind
shoving the brown waves, erosion, gravel
rasping on gravel.
In the ditch a deer
carcass, no head. Bird
running across the glaring
road against the low pink sun.
When you are this
cold you can think about
nothing but the cold, the images
hitting into your eyes
like needles, crystals, you are happy.
On this day in...
2011:
"Time and Again" by Rainer Maria Rilke2010:
"Overdue" by Sofiya Colette Cabalquinto2009:
"“Tape of My Dead Father's Voice from an Old Answering Machine” by Marjorie Maddox2008: Weekend, no poem
When I wake, I lift cold water/To my face. I close my eyes.//A body wishes to be held, & held, & what/Can you do about that?