Touching Loren Eiseley   Leave a comment


at the Nebraska State Capital
across marble mosaic floors
stone carvings
columned chambers  rise
in surprise from the Plains

I walk the line of sculptured busts
pass Buffalo Bill Cody and Father Flanagan
until I find him

“Do Not Touch”

but I close my eyes
and put my fingers on each
eye, then his nose,
and the full fruition of fantasy
at last his lips that I might have kissed if
others did not intrude

if not for lines in a book
we would have never met

“I am what I am and cannot be otherwise because of the shadows”
he spoke to me

safe to love a dead man
I’ve never met
don’t give me his melancholy
frailties in biographies

just his words
across my senses

Mary Strong Jackson
October 2013

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