Poems and Poetry

In Another World | A Poem by Marie MacSweeney

Landscape of frenetic days
linked to the demands of now,
and inside it she and me,
one a prowling wolf,
the other an astronomer probing space.

We cling to the present
with our sharp telescope
and our precision claws

until a branch snaps beside us
and she lunges from her lair,
spine flexed, teeth bare,
constellations decoding the moment
with their pack light.



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