photo by françois biajoux
J.T. Whitehead has traveled in Holland, France, Hong Kong, and China, and has studied in the U.K. Whitehead's work has appeared in Left Curve, The Lilliput Review, and Gargoyle. He is a Pushcart Prize-nominated short story author, a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet, and the winner of the 2015 Margaret Randall Poetry Prize. He is also the Editor in Chief of So It Goes: The Literary Journal of the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library. His collection of poetry, The Table of the Elements, was published by The Broadkill River Press in 2015. He lives in Indianapolis with his wife and two sons, where he practices law by day, and writes poetry by night.
I Saw Papaw Reading Kierkegaard While Others Gathered Eggs
Some men have seen 1,000 faces in
exactly the same way, which is to say,
inexactly. One saw your face today.
Welcome to his world of repetition.
You're another find for his daily grind,
a pre-teen desire foraging in
the brush for that magic egg he might find.
Repetition must be poorly defined . . .
Reminiscent of those other children,
I lost the hunt at the age of seven.
Humbled, I wanted just one egg, aged ten.
Now, I want to see your face, 1,000
different ways . . . a repetition . . . and
repetition must be poorly defined.