Welcome to the community of sentient organisms.
It has its borders around the crustacean family.
Most of us can easily mimic the sounds of
gray parrots, baboons, but tend
to have trouble with comedic timing.
We have to see ourselves mirrored
in the mindless scatter of stars or the haze
surrounding the moon, like Narcissus losing
his mind in the pond. And always, the globe eyes
of frogs, harmless and blank as a whitewashed room,
the ocean, unloosing its thoughts in a whale’s breath.
Do not mind the dragonflies disputing
whether thought or flight was first–but swat
the sky, and tell us about the feeling when
you grab that finger in your fist.
Samuel Biagetti, grew up in Maryland. He studied poetry with Peter Gale Nelson and Robert Creeley at Brown University, where he graduated with a degree in history. He currently lives in Providence and is applying to graduate schools.
Index Masthead Patrons and Friends Letter from the Editor Current Issue Contributors Archives