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Poem of the week: Tired by Irene Sipos

Tired

By Irene Sipos

 

Sitting across the aisle

on the B train

I look at the row of weary faces

 

various shapes, sizes, colors, ages,

a horizontal explication of what it means

to have woken many mornings

 

to brave routine, to leave concerns at home

along with scattered laundry and unwashed

dishes to head for same/same at work.

 

I picture each of you, one at a time. I try to

observe without you knowing and suddenly I

see round, soft faces, no creases in foreheads,

 

no wrinkles like parentheses around eyes, no down

turned mouths, no slumped shoulders. I see the plump

babies you once were.  And with that, a rush of hoping

 

that you were affectionately held on generous laps, that

you were sung tender songs, that you were offered

a bowl of blueberries as initiation to the messy pleasures

 

of this world. I hope that occasionally you reach back,

even if only briefly to recall your beginning self as a

visitor new to the planet, unencumbered and dear.

Contributor's Note: IRENE SIPOS taught composition at SUNY Buffalo State and later was a full-time lecturer in the College Writing Program prior to her recent retirement. She is a native Buffalonian who completed her graduate work in American literature at the University at Buffalo with Robert Creeley and Leslie Fiedler. Her work has appeared in many publications including Earth’s Daughters, Lilth magazine, the Comstock Review, and in the anthologies Buffalo Book of Poetry, Buffalo Poets Against War and A Celebration of Western New York Poets.

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