Stone
It's impossible to be alive
and to fake stillness as if a stone
had taken possession of your mind.
It's impossible to drain black thoughts
like blood from a burr hole in the brain.
Everything is rowing back
to that first stark lake of unknowing.
Even this stone, even this poem.
Maggie Sawkins lives in Portsmouth and delivers creative writing projects in community settings. Her live literature production "Zones of Avoidance" won the 2013 Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry. Her most recent poetry collection, Many Skies Have Fallen, is published by Wild Mouse Press. You can find her here: www.hookedonwords.me.
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