The Innisfree Poetry Journal

www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Rebecca Parson

Song for a Child

I've almost known death

and have been in love.

I've played with both

and thought myself brave.

I've pictured marriage,

to be with another.

In the hermit's cage,

my soul's grown poor.

I've been to the glacier,

I've been to the desert,

I've known the impure,

I've seen behind art.

But imagining you,

my mind's at a loss—

for how might it feel,

the love between us?