What I want from this page
smooth and flat not curved like the husk of ear
is to hear the words of my true life, not the yarn the mind spins
like spider’s daily web to make sense of the unthinkable.
To find each day, just once each day, the place in me
that springs in easy steps from this earth’s worn face
into its neighboring blue and hold with benevolence
all that is reflected within my globe of eye.
- Jane Flint