Clumsy

J. Sinclair Shafer

CLUMSY

You only see my clumsiness,

Vague fumbling of the hand

That reaches, blind with loneliness,

For yours to understand.

But you are all a subtleness

That cannot reach to me,

Yet, flattered by the wistfulness -

I let you see,

Your songs disdain my wordlessness

With note on vibrant note -

While I sit dumb, with loveliness

Rotting in my throat.