Gentle Bones
By Suzanne O’Connell
I.
Darkness is upon us all.
The old tree kneels
like always
to sip from the water.
Poison pen letters
were returned
for insufficient postage.
Girls wear safety pins
and march in the street.
The house is dark.
The dachshund-shaped lamp,
is steadfast,
sitting in its halo of light.
II.
Darkness is upon us.
Search for the tiny miracles
close enough to touch.
Your ears for example,
those workaday wings.
Hello gentle bones,
hello flexible trumpets
made for listening.
You can touch the silken skin,
move them as in flight.
Their perfect rims
are crimped like pies
for our tarnished Thanksgiving.
Suzanne O’Connell is a poet and clinical social worker living in Los Angeles. Her recently published work can be found in Poet Lore, Forge, Atlanta Review, Juked, Existere, Crack The Spine, The Louisville Review, and Found Poetry Review. O’Connell was nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2015 and 2016. Her first poetry collection, A Prayer for Torn Stockings, was published by Garden Oak Press. Visit Suzanne’s website.
Reading recommendation: A Prayer for Torn Stockings by Suzanne O’Connell.