#178 Kevin Brophy 'Look'

# 178 ‘Look’

I have been reading the last poems

a friend wrote as she died.

The poems are full of nights, ghosts,

butterflies, birds and sounds.

I am also reading a book called Everywhere I Look

and it is true, I do.

The last poems don’t say goodbye

thankfully.

They say, look at this and then look at this

and if you must close your eyes, bump into this.

Once she writes that she is impatient now,

and I like that.

I hope, like her, I am impatient for tomorrow

when the time comes.

Meanwhile, everywhere, I look.