Into the Sealed Chamber

the mind rummages
with the splayed fingers
of a child seeking a coin
lost in summer grass

seeking the look of glitter
the feel of substance
not a stone, rich
with its own history

but a bartering piece
or a cudgel to scrape
surface, go deeper
into the sealed

chamber, adorned
with any remaining
wishes and the songs
yet to be sung.

Go now, enter.
Breathe. Let your eyes
be like fingers,
touching. Let your ears

select the sounds
you need to do
the work only
you can do.

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Karen Neuberg's poems have appeared in numerous publications including Black Moon, Constellate Literary Journal, Nixes Mate Review, and Verse Daily. She's the author of PURSUIT (Kelsay Books) and three chapbooks including the elephants are asking (Glass Lyre Press). She is associate editor of the online journal First Literary Review – East and lives in Brooklyn, NY.