Dancing
Little girl dancing
In the flowerbed
Thank you
For being my philosophy
After long days
Of learning
Feminist Composition Literature
You gave me
Theology
Little girl dancing
In flower beds
Thank you Thank You
For good philosophy
Transcription
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
-T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
Memories
That I keep in a box under my bed. They are
old hirsute dogs that sneak into the woods
Or crawl under the porch
to die alone.
That scares me so much, I no longer allow
Myself to think of such things.
*
I will show you fear in a handful
of dust. Ice dust. Shavings from gliding
ice skates. That’s how I’ve lost it all. Spinning doily designs
in the solid water. Always reflecting You, but murky. You can
jot then rewrite your reasons for wasting time.
They too are transcribed in those handfuls.
What agnostics have wrong – there is every evidence for
G-d in moments we can never recall.
the second poem sounds familiar
very interesting.