poor pilgrim by Tom Zimmerman

 


poor pilgrim

 

eyes ears nose mouth these body parts i squeak 

so clean   //   the windows to the world of things   //   

& no ideas but there one poet says   //

another writes that there’s an ear within

the genitals a one-eyed bear between

the legs   //   allusions dog my brainspace windows

floor to ceiling where i sit   //   eyes are 

the windows to the soul i heard that from

my mother first & thinking of her smooths 

my thought i think   //   were she alive i’d write

her this   //   in sun in snow in ebb & flow 

the passions in & out the window go   //

time’s thievery’s a beggar man’s belief

poor pilgrim isn’t love worth all the grief

 

© Tom Zimmerman




Thomas Zimmerman (he/him/his) teaches English, directs the Writing Center, and edits The Big Windows Review https://thebigwindowsreview.com/ at Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. His latest poetry book is My Night to Cook (Cyberwit, 2024). Website:  https:/thomaszimmerman.wordpress.com  Twitter: @bwr_tom   Instagram: tzman2012





 


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