The Same Old Riddle

By Katharine Coles Katharine Coles
We keep trying to kill it, split it, hack
It to itsy bits. We suspend it
On the wall where we can see it
Passing. We hang it around our necks

Or wrists, laying pulse next to
Pulse as if each might like
Company. Ba-bump, etc. Rising
And setting has everything to do

With it. In the afternoon we feel so
Lazy we try not to close our eyes
And jerk awake, wondering what has
Passed, and where did we go

For that suspended hour,
And could anything keep us here.

Source: Poetry (May 2014).

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This poem originally appeared in the May 2014 issue of Poetry magazine

May 2014
 Katharine  Coles

Biography

Poet, novelist, and editor Katharine Coles earned a BA at the University of Washington, an MA at the University of Houston, and a PhD at the University of Utah.
 
Coles is the author of several collections of poetry, including Fault (2008), Utah Book Award winner The Golden Years of the Fourth Dimension (2001), and The One Right Touch (1992). She is also the author of the novels Fire Season (2005) and The Measurable World . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, The Mind

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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