Poems by Meredith Martin

Apology Two

Apology Five

Nothing Else


Apology Five

If I look at you this way,
will you shimmer?
If I kneel down and look hard,
will you show me?

They think you’re hiding it,
But I think you’re just quiet.
The secret. The kernel.
The riddle. The pulse.

The what that makes you
what you are.

No one is wrong if there’s
No reply. The answer always
on the move. The secret
not a secret, changes
every moment. It has to.
It isn’t human. We give it a pulse,
And we take it away.

Does it threaten us?

When we think we see it
We want to believe.