Even now I am lost in that subtle fume Of poppies and gladiolus in bloom – bright colors coming into focus there against the parlor wall, amid the glare And smoke of the lamp, in the evening’s gloom. Were you watching then, or were you attuned To some other story or lullaby crooned at bedtime? I had encountered a place where even now I am lost. Flowers and faces arranged on a loom Of light, that hover and vanish as soon as they come into view – what could compare with such perishing? What greater dare Than holding them fast? In that same dark room, even now I am lost.
- Jared Carter’s forthcoming book of poems is A Dance in the Street, available in the fall of 2012 from Wind Publications in Kentucky. Wind published his previous collection, Cross this Bridge at a Walk, in 2006. His work has appeared in Poetry, The New Yorker, TriQuarterly, Iowa Review, Hudson Review The Dark Horse, Prairie Schooner, and Kenyon Review. Additional poems and stories may be found on his web site at www.jaredcarter.com.