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Lisa Zaran

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Preconception

Preconception

Nearly a century ago
my deepest passion
was born.

Then raised to a shape
I could conform to.

At first, I was unsure.
Born hungry, I responded.
Raised from sleep, I awoke.

For years the harmonies pushed
at my senses, uprooting all
I'd learned from my parents.

With a compelling eye,
my passion watched me.
Wherever I went, it followed.

In my twenty-second year
it grew forward, like a blue shadow,
impossible to ignore.

I've yet to touch it.
Though it staggers within reach.
I married it the instant

it appeared to me in a dream.

Originally published in The Arabesques Review, June 2007, © Lisa Zaran