Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: To The Infinitesimal
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
What does a tiny winged insect at the periphery of human awareness have to do with holiness? This questions lies behind today’s poem by Betsy Sholl, Maine’s former poet laureate.
To The Infinitesimal by Betsy Sholl
I opened a holy book, hoping to find the part about turning the other cheek, and out you flew, hovering dotsmaller than a comma, winged inkling. Were you late when names were given out, an afterthought, spittle from a coughat the end of creation? Feeling you graze my check, I lunged like a clumsy golem, but you gave me the slip.How can anything so small have a will, a want, the wits to flee two clapped hands? In a time revving for war, with expertsstoking the engines, insisting necessity, you’re a nil, a naught, a nuisance to ignore, not one of mystery’s vexing ellipses…If your wings whir, if you buzz at all, it's below our hearing, little serif broken off some word in holy writto drift among us, inaudible argument illustrating creation’s fondness for every last tittle and jot.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetryis produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2009 by Betsy Sholl. Reprinted from Rough Cradle, Alice James Books, 2009, by permission of Alice James Books, Farmington, ME. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, Special Assistant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at email@example.com or 207-228-8263.