“A History of Deception” by Christina Murphy

the metric of a me-trick is the trick-me of hollow shadows
in the light of naïvety folding in upon an ocean,
tides silver in moonlight, the night cool

we stood here in the balance of youth and repetition that
becomes the daily life of life daily lived marriedly happy,
tranced, indecision passed for action to the kinder eye that makes
the judgments most feared or embraced as we seek to define

in sweet time we'll find within the metric our without as
answers are the best guess of aching and lonely spirits on a beach
in measured time, whatever doled out to us to be, a life before eternity

Christina Murphy lives and writes in a one hundred year-old house along the Ohio River. Her poetry is an exploration of consciousness as subjective experience, and her most recent work appears or is forthcoming in The Knotting House Review, StepAway Magazine, Pear Noir! and Emerge Literary Journal.The poets she most admires are Gertrude Stein, T.S. Eliot, and Jane Hirshfield for their undaunted (and impeccable) sense of the interrelationship of language, imagery, and consciousness.