More Rich

Wait

BY ADRIENNE RICH

In paradise every 
the desert wind is rising 
third thought 
in hell there are no thoughts 
is of earth 
sand screams against your government 
issued tent hell’s noise 
in your nostrils crawl 
into your ear-shell 
wrap yourself in no-thought 
wait no place for the little lyric 
wedding-ring glint the reason why 
on earth 
they never told you