Anna Lewis: “What Else Is There”

 

WHAT ELSE IS THERE

 

between the landing
and the stair;

within thin cups
reposed on saucers;

after we have tidied up;
before we linger

in the hall;
beyond our finger

tips, like matches
missed; or, once we’ve burned

first, bitter batches—
what else have we

as sky leans in
to grace our trees

and sooner gives
itself to later— but this

one life that’s more,
almost, than we can bear?

 

 

Poems and essays by Anna Lewis have appeared in Yale Review Online, The Washington Post, Tahoma Literary Review, First Things, MEASURE, and elsewhere.

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