A poem

Reading from Tuesday and Wednesday, September 9 and 10, 2014 yoga classes

I found this poem on the "poet's page" of Kim Esteran's website.  Thanks Kim, for sharing it.  I LOVE this poem.

I CONFESS  by Alison Luterman

I stalked her
in the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,
watching
the way she placed yogurt and avocados in her basket,
beaming peace like the North Star.
I wanted to ask, "What aisle did you find
your serenity in, do you know how to be married for
fifty years or how to live alone,
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to possess
some knowledge that makes the earth
turn and burn on its axis."
But we don't request such things from
strangers nowadays.  So I said, "I love your hair."