Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 20 . . .

The Ring

     by Christine Yurick

I want to stop that moment and live it again,

Only slower, your fingers grasping my hand.

You asked to see my ring; a stealth excuse

So subtly conceived; our hands were there now, level

With your desk, that picture of you and some she.

All I knew of you: a divorce, but now no ring.

Like the rays of light streaming in my window;

Arriving home my thoughts would not forget how

Your fingers grasped my hand.  I could have taken

Off the ring, held it up for you to see.

Your mind and mine were level, you found an excuse

For that which we both desired but could

Not name, like the light breaking through my window,

That one should know its source through an object.

Like a simple ring, or the lack of one—

Wanted but not known, felt but withdrawn


Christine Yurick is a poet who lives in Pennsylvania. She is the editor of the quarterly literary journal, Think Journal.


© 2011 Christine Yurick