National Poetry Month: LIGHT AWAY NOW by Matt Cozart

Light Away Now

by Matt Cozart

What to find: a little well

sped up attention

eye. It’s an audition

I’m moving slower than.

Don’t keep your hands in

your hands, I wouldn’t

want to be ended

at them. Beginning home

seems swept into some

already over. No

late look pretends to

fit a force awry—

I’m drawn to smooth

silent things with names.

This poem is from issue 37.2. You may purchase a copy here.