Kendra Preston Leonard
MY MOTHER IS A POEM BY YEATS
My mother is a poem by Yeats,
her mind widening into a sand-filled desert,
where only the smallest grains of memory
shift slowly in the sun.
She turns and turns and falls and falls,
her thoughts drowned in the newborn anarchy
that brings blood-dimmed shadows to her eyes.
Slouching, lacking all conviction
she is full of blankness, she is pitiless.
She cannot hear, she cannot see,
she sleeps too long.
She cannot hold her center; she is the turning falcon lost,
lost to the falconer.