Arlene Corwin Poetry

Not where she’s going, where she’s been,

But where she is.

She is here, inside the head

With nerves in limb: sensation, station,

Lipid and pineal gland,

Glycoside, callosum band;

The brain or mind

(Can barely find) –

She has a place and feeling.

Not taking up much space–

Rather, small

And all.The next technique for keeping her,

Is leaping to a place out there.

Since place implies a no-named where,

A vaguely spirit thoroughfare,

The leap goes somewhere past the air

Where someone very much like her

Keeps house.

If only she could just hold on,

The key – before the skill has gone –

Is holding on to her, there, it.But bit by bit

All hope of grasping, living in it

Goes, is gone within the minute –

So I start again.

Arlene Corwin