Welcome to Cindy Glovinsky's very own website! Here you can find stuff about the books and things I wrote. The big news is that UNCLENCHING, my new book of poems, is now available at Amazon and elsewhere. To see me reading from UNCLENCHING and MUSIC, LAKES &, BLUE CORDUROY watch the videos below. To contact me, send
The Good Day
Yesterday morning in the shower
I felt the bar of soap in my hand
and knew this was going to be a good day,
and it was.
Making breakfast,
I broke an orange apart
slice by slice,
and watched the egg’s clear skirt
turn to white in the pan.
Walking, I cherished
a dance studio’s purple awning
and a cardinal’s whistle
and the smell of mulch
around baby trees.
At my desk
I glided through the hours
from eight to five
with world-class mindfulness
and handled each surprise
with finesse, even the darts.
In bed that night,
I promised myself I’d try
for another good day today,
but this morning, the soap
slid out of my hand.
I picked it up and told myself
today could still be good,
and it was, but alas,
not quite so good
as yesterday’s
good day.
Encounter with a Great Poet
On Sunday night I woke up feeling sick.
Waiting to vomit, I read through a book
of Billy Collins. Finally, I went back to sleep.
I dreamed the poet and I sat in two rocking chairs.
I asked him how he wrote his poems,
and he said that was something one didn’t ask.
Then he was in bed next to me.
I was excited to be next to a Great Poet
until I remembered I was supposed to call you.
I got up and went out with my phone.
The hallways were painted a hideous turquoise.
I had forgotten the number of our room.
I was still wandering when you got up
to go down to the treadmill, while the poet,
behind the door with the blurred number,
lay wondering what had become of me.
Unclenching
The snow decides
when it will snow,
testing at first
with a flake or three
before making up its mind
in a swirl.
The snow decides—
not some eighth grader
fixed on school closings
willing white moths
out of the blank air.
The hand decides
what bills to sign;
the other mouth can choose
to kiss or not to kiss;
the dog controls his bark,
the moon the moon.
Those boots that come marching
over the ridge will march:
the best we can do
is oppose them.
Dear one, open your hand.
Surrender boots to boots,
kiss to kiss,
snow to snow.
Give back all things
unto themselves
and sleep. art desires.
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