James Wright isn’t my favorite poet, but every once in a while I read one of his pieces and it really strikes a chord in me. The Jewel is one such poem. Here it is…
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.