In the Meantime

By Lisa Olstein b. 1972 Lisa Olstein
What seemed a mystery was
in fact a choice. Insert bird for sorrow.   

What seemed a memory was in fact
a dividing line. Insert bird for wind.   

Insert wind for departure when everyone is
standing still. Insert three mountains

burning and in three valleys a signal seer
seeing a distant light and a signal bearer

sprinting to a far-off bell. What seemed
a promise was in fact a sigh.   

What seemed a hot wind, a not quite enough,   
a forgive me, it has flown away, is in fact.   

In the meantime we paint the floors
red. We stroke the sound of certain names

into a fine floss that drifts across our teeth.
We stay in the room we share and listen

all night to what drifts through the window—
dog growl, owl call, a fleet of mosquitoes

setting sail, and down the road,   
the swish of tomorrow’s donkey-threshed grain.

Lisa Olstein, “In the Meantime” from Radio Crackling, Radio Gone (Copper Canyon Press, 2006). www.coppercanyonpress.org

Source: Radio Crackling Radio Gone (Copper Canyon Press, 2006)

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Poet Lisa Olstein b. 1972

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Living, Disappointment & Failure, Relationships, Love, Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals, Animals, Social Commentaries, Life Choices

Poetic Terms Couplet, Free Verse