Genesis Poem

 

The ability to no longer hear

the sanity

of flowers

pushing up between

these patches of shade: my doubts.

I apologize to everyone

whom I have offended, and even moreso

to those

whom I have loved. I am trying

to find my way back

to the music, the tunneling

through the wetness

of my father's soil,

my mother's clay, back

to the spool

of lightning blue

thread, the unraveling, the being

pulled taut: the first note

sung-out.


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Anthony Opal lives in Chicago, where he is a grad student at Northwestern University.  His poems have most recently appeared in Boston Review, Notre Dame Review, and The Progressive.