Always Room for Interpretation
I’m pushing seventy-five
he grumbles, as though at it
for centuries, doomed
as the man in the myth.
That we’re still pushing
is the wonder of it, I say
shoulder to my own rock
eyes on the summit
no hurry to get there, not
even sure I will, but keen
to roll this year forward,
settle it among the others
then scramble back down
to see what comes next.
….
This poem is from the chapbook Always Room for Interpretation by Deborah Rasmussen (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/always-room-for-interpretation-by-deborah-rasmussen/
Deborah Rasmussen published her first poem at age 11 in a small-town weekly newspaper. Years later she rediscovered the joy of writing and sharing poetry when, after retiring from her nursing career, she moved with her husband from Jacksonville, FL, to Duluth, MN. Her poems have appeared in various journals including The Talking Stick, The Thunderbird Review and Barstow & Grand. Her work has also appeared on Rattle Poets Respond ® and in the anthology Bringing Joy: A Local Literary Welcome (Fond du Lac Tribal and Community College, 2021). This is her first chapbook.
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