Undo the four screws
on the plastic back
of the transistor radio.
Lift off the square with care.
Let the tiny people blossom
in the cup of your palm.
Hold the music, its weight—
write what you see,
It isn’t about writing—
it’s about opening, knowing.
©2018 Sarah Dickenson Snyder
About the Poet. Sarah Dickenson Snyder has two poetry collections: The Human Contract and Notes from a Nomad. Recent work will appear or has been in The Comstock Review, Damfino Press, The Main Street Rag, Chautauqua Literary Magazine, RHINO, The Sewanee Review, Front Porch, and Whale Road Review. https://sarahdickensonsnyder.com/
