One Day, That Room

This entry is part 41 of 95 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2010-11


Consider the sun today, which sparkles more
like a wheel of tin instead of burnished bronze—

Consider the burdock which, though squat
and uncomely, casts a thin and graceful shadow—

Consider the brittle branches whose pencilled forms
yet bring to mind the musk of summer magnolias—

One day, syllables snagged so long in the throat
will marry bright crystals of salt—

One day a mouth will press against another like the curve
of the moon on a hillside, like a homecoming—

One day the world will be that room,
and that room only.

Luisa A. Igloria

In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.

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2 Replies to “One Day, That Room”

  1. my, oh, thank you for introducing me to Luisa’s work. now I have to go back and look through the rest of the morning porch poem project. confound you . . . lovely sound, lovely shape in the mouth.

    haven’t been here in a while, hello!

    1. Hello! I picked up Luisa’s two latest books with a Christmas gift card: Juan Luna’s Revolver and Trill and Mordent, and have been jumping back and forth between the two. Haven’t found a bad poem in either one so far. Some are so good, I can barely escape their orbit.

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