Balance, January – Patricia Clark
It’s stranger than you can account for,
being alive, a cold January morning and twenty
wild turkeys high up in white oaks,
their waking up stretches in half-light—
Having confessed he feels
That he should go down on his knees and pray
For forgiveness for his pride, for having
Dared to view his soul from the outside.
Blind Professor Hatch set the class
on edge each time he smoked.
Waving a lit match just under
his eye, he expertly applied
the flame to the tip.