“The Envoy” by Jane Hirshfield

Garter Snake

One day in that room, a small rat.
Two days later, a snake.

Who, seeing me enter,
whipped the long stripe of his
body under the bed,
then curled like a docile house-pet.x

I don’t know how either came or left.
Later, the flashlight found nothing.

For a year I watched
as something—terror? happiness? grief?—
entered and then left my body.

Not knowing how it came in,
Not knowing how it went out.

It hung where words could not reach it.
It slept where light could not go.
Its scent was neither snake nor rat,
neither sensualist nor ascetic.

There are openings in our lives
of which we know nothing.

Through them
the belled herds travel at will,
long-legged and thirsty, covered with foreign dust.

x

Jane Hirshfield, “The Envoy” from Given Sugar, Given Salt. Copyright © 2001 by Jane Hirshfield.

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One Response to “The Envoy” by Jane Hirshfield

  1. Jerome Bloom says:

    YOU ALWAYS
    FIND THE
    PERFECTPOEM
    FOR THE MOMENT

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