PoetryEtc Featured Poet: Mark Weiss   

1
From the seams of the rock the earth
overflowing with juices,
and who should step forth
red hair     bare feet depressing the watercress.

2
And on
her face
who is a child
that the goddess too inhabits
courses for tears.

3
In every river an intelligence
as if the reflection
were
another.
so I look for a question
to ask you and you tell me
the question you answer is never
the one that you ask.
or thought you asked, I add.
talking to water—
and the image
fragmented, never to be found again.

And when my hair was long,
I lived underwater, and became
my own reflection.