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found poem: Follow

we have come…

found poem © j.i. kleinberg ~ we have come
found poem © j.i. kleinberg

You, my visitors, viewers, readers, are deserving of a special note of gratitude on this Thanksgiving day. I am continually astonished, and honored, that there are those of you who show up every day to look, or Like, or Comment — that somehow you have found your way here and have returned again and again. Whether I know you or not, you are a friend and your presence in my life is meaningful and important. Thank you.

Thanksgiving poem (written/posted in 2012).



hands on the wheelShe was not without her moods, without her moments of darkness. But yesterday he had watched it come over her like the moon’s shadow racing across the earth before the eclipse. Suddenly she turned angular, electric with some internal force field that narrowed her eyes and caused things to spill from her hands.

He should have let her leave right then, but she didn’t leave, and he watched her turn, hoped she might turn all the way through it, whatever it was, and come all the way round to equilibrium, to him, without bruising or breaks. He reached toward her, but his gentlest touch, his words, his good cheer scraped at her like a rasp. These wounds bled into her forced smile, her turned-away eyes, her clenched fists.

For an hour or two she tied on the half-mask that allowed her to get through dinner, get to class, punch at the spinning mound of clay on the wheel. He tried not to watch her, not to splash her with his own clumsy efforts, to stay out of her way.

But what he wanted was to lift her up, their hands slimy with clay, and draw her in against his chest, still, warm, quiet, until the storm passed.

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