Nothing can tell us,
not the shape of a stone under our hands, not the photograph
which glass encloses, the secrets we have lived.
This is the half-life: night and day blended in us once and always
phosphorescing, a pre-truth
that slips and turns,
a globe spinning on
its metal stand—
all the random continents made whole.
Robin
Pelzman |
Robin
Pelzman’s poems have appeared in The Antigonish Review, Salamander,
and The Comstock Review, among others; her poem, “Lunar
Eclipse, Obscured by Snow” won 2nd prize in the 2004 Friends
of Acadia Poetry Prize Competition. Her work appears
in the anthology, Mercy of Tides: Poems for a Beach
House, from
Salt Marsh Pottery Press. She lives in Brookline, Massachusetts
with her husband and son.
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