| InterBoard Poetry Competition | |
SOMETIMES I’M AFRAID OF MYSELF
Sarah Sloat
(Desert Moon Review)
The zenith only reaches my eyebrow
so can’t hold my life inside it.
Crows tow a grim weight across the sky.
It’s all arranged by science, even the rain.
Everything will go to hell,
that’s what it all comes down to.
There won’t be some merciful boat family
to pull us aboard, or toss acacias to the churn.
I know I’ve spent too long thinking
how the wind lisps, traipsing in the trees.
Lately the house is so still
at the back of my mind
I’m afraid of myself, here
on the bottom of the sky.
Judge Alex Lemon’s comments: “I love the frothy-urgency of this poem. And what beautiful and harrowing final four lines. Lovely.”
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3rd Place Winner, April 2005
