Tom Jacobs © 2006 All Rights Reserved
Tom
Jacobs © 2006 All Rights Reserved
An Excuse for Charging Headlong Into the Chagall Museum Without a Ticket
the walls were singing a cappella
I was blind with color—color blind
it was the blue, the bounteous
bountiful blue and oh, the burnt sienna
I think I will live forever
I know that I will live forever
someone tie me to a steeple
my bones have disappeared
if I fall down to weep
surely the angels will understand
forgive me, I never knew what
it was to be so porous
and yet so full of light
Jean Lin has been an educator for many years, teaching at all levels from Pre-School to University. She has contributed poetry to Caesura, Cardinal Rusk County Poetry Society Yearbook and other presses. She has completed a poetry-memoir, Breathing Rice, and is currently at work on a chapbook, Pockets of Light. She lives in Saratoga, California and is on the advisory board of Poetry Center San Jose.