"Hunt" by Zarina Zabrisky
As I run—
As I fight—
Who is the hunter?
Who is the game?
What is the caliber of this metaphysical pistol?
Am I a predator?
Am I a human?
All in one? One in many?
Or am I chasing myself through
The sunlit arches
Of mirrored worlds,
My pupils dilated
With fear?
This poem is from her micro-chapbook “Wandering Worlds”
