Sunday Service: Dorothea Lasky Poem
The Hermit
I was quiet
As I went
Down the road
By the ocean
I was quiet
Or I wasn’t
You didn’t know me
You didn’t care
I was a unicorn
On a lonely road
And the sky
Was green, pink
And purple
Lonely yellow stars
Hung by the balustrades
And the moon was gel-like
Petty, and forgotten
Did we kiss, or fuck
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know anymore
I know the blue
Of the evening
Was lush-dark
And that the moon lit its face
On my road
What I’ve come to look for
I don’t see
What I’ve come to find
I don’t see anymore
Still you walk
Ten steps ahead of me
In the foreground
I can almost see
Your cloak
Will you turn around
Will you turn around
No you do not care
How I wander
All the things
I wanted
The other time
When the sky was mist
I don’t want
I don’t want
I don’t want anymore
Dorothea Lasky is the author of Thunderbird, Black Life, and AWE, all out from Wave Books. She can be found online here: www.birdinsnow.com.
This poem was inspired by The Hermit card of the tarot deck
Sunday Service
This is fantastic