Tuesday poem: Nora Reading by Rhian Gallagher

She has removed herself as one who reads
removes under a lamp’s glow.
Night of her hair, her highlighted cheek
as she leans into the story, her feet drawn up.

Yes, I am watching and listening.
The quiet that is never truly quiet,
close lives and streets,
a helicopter’s tracking blades
above, beyond.

The room could be her room
in New York as here in London.
The interior is our discovery
and with discovery comes the desire
to hold it all in place.
This ease of being with her, that is all
and all and all.

by Rhian Gallagher from Shift(page 32)
Published by Auckland University Press
Used with the permission of Auckland University Press

This poem is part of the Tuesday Poem Scheme


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