A Sample Poem from Early Tigers
by Linda Armstrong
Bellowing Ark Press, Shoreline, WA 1995
Working Blind
Then I worked apart
from mops and moonlight
on a labor of memory,
out of reach,
like the traditions of fish
who live so far below the sea's
surface they carry lights.
While my finger followed
tasks of mundane time,
inner hands molded
sacred blood and bone;
a curve of skull,
a thumb, an elbow.
Then the deep door opened
and all that hidden work
came crying into the light.
I looked into eyes from inside
and when they looked back,
all outsides melted away.