Wislawa Szymborska |
Lot's Wife
by Wislawa Szymborska
They say I looked back out of curiosity,
but I could have had other reasons.
I looked back mourning my silver bowl.
Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.
So I wouldn’t have to keep staring at the righteous nape
Of my husband Lot’s neck.
From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead
He wouldn’t so much as hesitate.
From the disobedience of the meek.
Checking for pursuers.
Struck by the silence, hoping God had changed his mind.
Read three other poems from last March on East West Poetry: Lost and Found, Birthday, and, one of my favorites, Under A Certain Star.