I have no complaints. The sockeye
fish hurries up river,
but human hearts rest in nocturnal bliss.
What scavenges
the weak, the herb, fruit, or nut?
The minute keeps
moving, and planets orb what pulls
on them. When I wake, will I long
for strong tea? Will I fill my body
with wheat, and cow’s milk pumped
by metal hands? And then will
the day fool me into thinking I matter
so that I plan my time and don’t otherwise
waste it? By night, the minutes will fall
like stars. Quick! You’ll miss them.
You don’t feel your body drift,
drift. Don’t let it get out of your
grasp.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 27, Issue 4.
Donna J. Gelagotis Lee is the author of two collections, Intersection on Neptune (The Poetry Press of Press Americana, 2019), winner of the Prize Americana for Poetry 2018, and On the Altar of Greece (Gival Press, 2006), winner of the Seventh Annual Gival Press Poetry Award and recipient of a 2007 Eric Hoffer Book Award: Notable for Art Category. Her poetry has appeared in numerous anthologies and journals, including Cider Press Review, Cimarron Review, The Massachusetts Review, Southern Humanities Review, and Women’s Studies Quarterly.
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