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Title: Quest
Author: Cathy Page
Date Submitted: 11/1/2007
Email: quixotic@iinet.net.au

 
Poem: Yesterday I watched a bird pecking futilely
against the glittering surface of his reflection.
Is this the way I battle my own past,
flinging myself quixotically against its pain?
Talking about it is sometimes
like telling a dream over the morning table,
poured like sour milk.
I bargain for a modicum of peace and hope,
reminding me of those I have loved
and still love.
I set out on a quest
to fill my hands until the flawed joy of humanity
runs through my fingers like a blessing,
lying like the lion and the lamb,
beside its grief. ...