Meditating Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Meditating



Not a winged glance that
Slantwise sheds
Perfume in passing
And is gone

Not this

Direct, and suddenly full-on
Some thought looks
Briefly
To me but not at me

Something
Neither dead nor caged
looks out somber
Not attentive but dispersed;
listening

To give wonder to sustain me...
Someone is alive and well
And never to be
Thrown for a loss

Meditating
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