Friday, May 10, 2019



I look at myself in the mirror

through the wrong end of the binoculars.

I'd like to get further away, as in a movie

when you see someone fairly close

then retreat until you're looking at

miles of earth and further out the earth

as the round marble in space.

Down there in many beds

people are holding each other and

saying Yes Yes or My God or

Touch me here as they take a hand

and guide it, I want to think, gently, with

love and tenderness and hope and joy, that's

the earth I want to return to from space.


John Levy
On Its Edge, Tilted
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