The Lost City Next Door by Holly Day

I tell myself that just over the next hill, around the next corner
is a world of magic, some proof of God, a rip in time
something impossible is just moments away. I take one more step
towards that impossible destiny, then stop myself because
if it’s not there I won’t be able to go on.

I have turned my back and walked the other way
from more miracles than I can count
from time travelers asking for directions and the exact date
from talking alley cats, holy gurus reincarnated as sparrows
mysterious doorways that open into another world.

I know in my heart that they’re there and that’s enough, I don’t
turn the corner to confront the mystery and find out
I’ve been deluding myself this whole time
I don’t want to know that there isn’t actually something wonderful
just over the next hill.

 

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Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Plainsongs, The Long Islander, and The Nashwaak Review. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I’m in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit.net), and Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing).