Nobody Too
by Fred Marchant
Let me stand small and innocuous:
as harmless as the wind—
let me lift the grass lightly,
and bend the weighted lupines—
the new stems barely green.
Let me nod in affirmation
like a squirrel in the pine—
let my back arch, and my torso
ripple into a question—
to flee before the answer.
Let me be as the poems instruct—
the door wide open,
and long, long shadows slanting in
ah like curious strangers—
let my chambers brim over—with them.
Copyright © 2008 by Fred Marchant.
This poem is part of The Looking House, forthcoming from Graywolf Press, Spring 2009.