“Each of us is alone at the center of the earth” the poet says—
But we’re alone when a peacock opens his tail,
When merely walking in bright light
Maybe going nowhere
The way people do…I recall
Leaving the hospital…a misdiagnosis…
Doctors thought I was wasting
From digestive illness
But it was teen suicide I wanted
As I was blind, my parents
Were drunks, no true friends anyway…
You can be by yourself
In the heart of a sunbeam
On an ordinary street
Misnamed
Opening and closing your eyes.
