This poem (oh, Alison Luterman, how I love thee!) inspires me to write one in response
in which Luterman’s speaker poses her real questions to the stranger, who frankly strikes me
as a goddess, as does this gorgeous woman (I mean, just look at her face!) Read the poem, and
give it a go yourself. Or write your own confession poem. Take the very best of care and have fun!
Avec amour, XO

I Confess
I stalked her
in the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,
watching
the way she placed yogurt and avocados in her
basket,
beaming peace like the North Star.
I wanted to ask, “What aisle did you find
your serenity in, do you know
how to be married for fifty years or how to live
alone,
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to
possess
some knowledge that makes the earth turn and
burn on its axis—”
But we don’t request such things from strangers
nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”

Alison Luterman, from Healing the Divide: Poems of Kindness and Connection.
Edited by James Crews. Copyrighted material for inspirational purposes only.

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