Poem of the Fortnight
There were five Mondays in July, and my poetry group meets only on the second and fourth Mondays, so my fortnight reckoning is probably off. This poem was inspired by an encounter on our recent visit to the San Diego Zoo.
Gorilla in Captivity
Inches away, she peers at us through Plexiglas
as she has at thousands of people before us,
a gray eminence impossible to comprehend,
even eye-to-eye, hominid to hominid.
“Show over,” she seems to say,
turns around and sits,
folds her arms, presents her back,
as we move on.