Stefanie Bennett- Three Poems

THREADS      

 

Just as light dips its corona

My lodger, an echidna

By any other name,

Zigzags the curved terrace

To forage her banquet,

Leaving furrows

Between iris and sage.

 

Sighted, our eyes interlock.

I blink. Make hexagrams

From antiquated toil,

Shout

         “Eureka...”

 

The Buddha’s been

A long time

Coming.

 

 

 

RULE OF THUMB   

 

Most likely I’d like

The rich

A little more

If they’d

Consent to pay

The poor

A somewhat better

Morsel.

 

 

 

SOLSTICE      

 

I’ve touched wood.

You were

The tallest

Of trees

In such

A short paddock.

 

What’s more,

The facsimile

Of for-

Ever’s

Still

Sighted

 

... Right there

Near

The once named

Endgame

Base

Of it –.