As published in the fall issue of the online literary journal, Sky Island Journal
Someone Else’s Poem
by Sandra Shaw Homer
You are proud
to show me your poem
about a feather-touch
some long ago,
and I am pleased to see
it speaks to me
of you
and love
and what is here.
Some other one
inspired your art,
but I know
the feelings are for me
now. (Who was she?
A solitary feather
on a page.)
Perhaps you are ashamed
(I think)
and wish the poem
had been for me.
It is.
A gift of you,
something more of you
to know, touch, smell,
hear, kiss, taste, see.
Besides,
had I been she
I would not have flown,
I would certainly have known
to stay, and now –
I would be more than
just a poem.
