The following poem is one I found on www.poetryfoundation.org. Laurie Sheck is a talent Im reading more from and really enjoying. Hope you enjoy her too.
No Summer as yet by Laurie Sheck
And no summer as yet, but it will come with its bright pieces of whatever,
Sorted by the eye yet still uncaptured,
Greenly branched and various with promise. I'd like to watch it long enough,
Held fast by the laws of its sequencings and shapings, and be so carried, the way the mind goes in
Search of an after that will temper what has come before,
Or sometimes not—: Did I tell you of the man I visited last week, who hasn't lost the ability
To move his tongue, his lips, to laugh or cry or sing or use his voice, yet is unable
To utter any words, just a few unintelligible syllables,
And recognizing this, stares into the fact of it
As at the eggs in an opened anthill? I don't know how to think of him. We are so rawly made,
So carried into the harsh and almost-dark.
As if stung in the throat. As if seared by a narrow wire-like blaze
Sharply upon the air and always.