Lori Powell
Introspection
My eye would like to see
itself but can't.
My nose turns humble,
head and mind slant,
strain to fit
the jigsaw bits to a frame.
Up close my eye
doesn't resemble an eye,
but a fuzzy puzzle,
the thousand piece kind
I was never able
to assemble.
The landscape drifts:
just as I find
what looks like sky,
it shifts.
Bio
Lori Powell lives on the coast of Maine, where she writes and teaches English to immigrants and refugees. Her poems have appeared in The Portland Press Herald, The Columbia Review, The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Visions International, and Little Patuxent Review, among others.