The Essence
The world behind the mirror
Was heartrendingly beautiful
And convulsively sad.
In it, the almost-gone beloved was always turning
A corner. His back in an overcoat.
Up front, a high wind was threatening
To upend the stage
And the players with it and bring the curtain down.
The cyclone would be worth the risk,
But if only
The world would look new again.
Dumb numbers gawked from the clock face.
The hole where the hands were
Supposed to be was empty
And endless. A bell tolled erratically
And never on the hour. Punishment was meted out
As it was supposed to be, too —
Continually.
-Mary Jo Bang
About the Author
Mary Jo Bang is the author of five books of poetry, including Louise in Love, The Eye like a Strange Balloon, and, most recently, Elegy. She teaches at Washington University in St. Louis.
