Soul jigsaw

(A response to Wislawa Szymborska’s ‘Soul’)

Soul lends time for keeps

usually steps out
wherever conversations form

sometimes settles in
for a year without shoes

rarely participates
when crowds mirror our feelings

it slips off duty
whenever the luggage
of childhood’s uphill fears
pinches sorrow looking for favours

or when needs are going for miles
while years’ tasks are moving
and creaky machinations make us sick

it can be counted on
when we are sure objects
of nothing.


Charlotte Clutterbuck

Australian Poetry 2015

Posted on  –  June 24, 2023