I know the shadow cast by the thing
is not equivalent to the thing itself
and that the sheen of some pearls
does not betray their hearts of paste—
But I have also been taken aside
for such lectures too often: how in my case,
to be forthright is seen as speaking
out of turn; to ask for my due, ingratitude.
After a lifetime and a half of service, the quality
of my speech and learning is still to be held
for further scrutiny: and there is always one more
Assessment before the Welcome or Enter sign.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- [poem removed by author]
- Milonga sentimental
- In the grey sky, a blue wound:
- At last
- Something takes a few steps and stops
- Metro
- Don’t let the dogs smell your fear
- Immigrant Time
- Concert call
- Standards of Learning
- Wind Chill
- The second crop
- [poem removed by author]
- Mile Marker
- Mission
- February Elegy
- Storm Watch
- Authorship
- Filigree
- House Arrest
- [hidden by author]
- Epithalamion
- Bespoke
- Ghazal for Unforgetting
- Instructions for prospective contributors
- Call and Response
- The Present