Listening Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

It's doubtful that a chant of words
could be a talisman to ward off evil

Or be as a cute cuddly pet giving us solace

An excursion reaching outlying regions
of the soul? ...not beyond belief...

Perhaps it might be a mysterious painting
maybe a sketch, or a bit of mucic

That is always in the head

Be careful of magic making a power play
when no one is looking

Most likely it is some image of the self

Maybe such expression is our doppelganger
or some grotesque illusion

What it is I cannot say

Maybe a kind of poke and play forever
peeking, looking, scavenging so many bins

Down dead-end streets for treasure

Though this thing I seek
I do not know....

Who knows? ? ?