Poem 15 or 16, National Poetry Month: “Where is it to believe…”

Where is it to believe again
that words will come? Are they
in the egg-shaped hollow
of my gravitational body—
in the no-place
that exists between fatty rounds,
between bones and chalky
marrow, sticky flesh?
What magic had them here before—
was it the combination of the air
drunk by my cheeks, or soil
tucked under my fingernails? What
secret pact had them
set loose into my atmosphere?

Will I ever ask anything
but questions? When will
I ask this declaration?
When will I ask a prayer?
All I am is wondering—

::
The phrase “egg-shaped hollow” is borrowed from “We Take the Sky,” a poem by Susanna Childress, included in her poetry book Jagged with Love.

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