It's Your Move

A poem

It’s Your Move

Now I can’t believe—
- Renee Nicole Macklin Good

What a way to discover a new poet
What a way to meet a mother
What a way to realize hatred

Already holds so many taken pieces
Above the board like a hesitant

Woodpusher trying to remember
Which way the knight moves
What a way to be finally mustered

All your inaction suddenly
Apparent as a pause in a game of Blitz

Where the audience’s held breath is
Wind blown in a lee of still tongues
What a way to become a surviving child

A pawn watching your queen murdered
While your own side stands watching

— George Murray