Poems in the wild #31

Poem #31 (Jack of spades) was released in the Rowden White Library, in a Sylvia Plath book. (Lazy release I know - I meant to release this in Flinders on the weekend, but between fish n chips and playing with crabs at the beach I darn well forgot.)

I used to think if I went blind

in just one eye I would only see

one side of every thing: 

dogs propped steady on two legs;

a half-loop of my mother’s smile.

At night in bed I tested divisions:

pressed each palm to a nervous eye.

The night stayed whole

but I slept uneasy.

I am wary of the waxing

and the waning moon,

fear is half a star.