Door
World fills up
imperious pace
vagrant matter
into the humming
pooled at the feet
what soul went down
what inventory
mud slippage tracks
marked shells
anointed there
the ravenous real
flowering
above torsion of waves
unexpected
threshold
thrown open crossed.
Notes:
This piece is part of the portfolio “How It Continues to Astonish: The Poetry of Ann Lauterbach.” You can read the rest of the portfolio in the March 2023 issue. All poems are from Door by Ann Lauterbach, published by Penguin, and printed here with the permission of the author.
Source: Poetry (March 2023)