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Poem of the Week by Theresa Wyatt

By Theresa Wyatt

If I were a Tang Dynasty poet

I would write about the lotus pond

where my delicate feet grow cold

on jade steps

how I sit too long alone

by the broken bridge underneath

the bamboo branch

It would be easy for me

to form words

that say

down by the river’s mouth

a fisherman left his door open

trust the shimmering moon

to guide you there

If I were a Tang Dynasty poet

my heart would swell to bursting

knowing a gentle willow breeze

might push lightly

on my back

THERESA WYATT is a retired educator and visual artist who has worked extensively in the art of narrative medicine, a growing genre that portrays the human encounter with illness through writing and art. This poem appears in “Arrowheads Everywhere,” her most recent chapbook of poems published by Derby by the Lake Project.