Becoming Attune
5
Two stags warring snag
Their antlers and begin
Negotiations.
4
Forever ago
All Stars went out … now we watch
Infinity die
3
Rippling water
Reflections, Nature’s static,
Only beautiful
2
When do you go from
Your Home in the world-Mother
Little dying Bird?
1
Seven Ravens hold
A vigil in the Moon’s Light—
The Fallen lookéd on
0
Is this how
Memory of Heaven Smells?
Fresh Pine
Ω
you fancy yourself a sidewalk daisy,
you compare yourself to the grass,
you’re a pen on the ground, alive with ink—
but deadened by your past
in the teeth marks
and the broken clip.
–
this seen together
(a mosaic of recycled glass) and
forgetting your spectacles
(Heineken green integrated with)
curling your first finger
(Red Stripe brown embraced by)
and peering through the pin hole
(Budweiser blue)
it’s a starry night over the Rhone.
–
Running together like water
(or wolves)
–
But
apart from the well-written résumés,
–
a child of
Cain…
seeking a salve for the pangs of loneliness and you’re noticeable different,
caused you to raid the mead hall,
or society,
your ill-suited cocktail manner,
shuffling around the room,
trying to make the toothpick cheese cubes last…
–
Who will stay to
stoke the fire keeping
night away while
you sleep and
dream of
day?
I changed a bit of the poem from what I originally circled, and the punctuation is different, but I tried to keep it close.
Hide the Stars
a poem found in Galileo’s “Assayer”
by William Abernathy
that if we look through flames at people,
we shall see
quite plainly. Did it never enter your head
a flame between the eye and some star…
Surely there is no lack of
a skillful and prudent ex-
perimentalist?
the comet’s flame is like our flames,
a different natre,
our flames are not conclusive.
look at stars
and left out candle-snuffs,
You are obliged to kindle
and to make us see:
I shall be
much less. far away
I am satisfied
In place of the thickness.
to be seen gains an advantage–
let it be one of the stars
through the tail of the comet
brighter than any flame.
And now,
make the star visible
among the most prudent,
But if you fail:
silence, by which
I hope will now take place.
Just sitting there
(Inspired by the line “the things you accidentally do” which I heard one day sitting in class)
When we finished I signed the contract with a cigarette,
Not noticing the fine print, I thought how nice our names looked together.
The things you accidentally sign, just sitting there.
You’re in for a treat, the doctor said, you’re pregnant,
One of the fringe benefits of my deal showing its head.
The things you accidentally learned, just sitting there.
His reason for leaving seemed contrived, some hidden bylaw I overlooked,
He forgot to clear it through management, but I didn’t bring it up.
The things you accidentally let slip by, just sitting there.
Aunt Lacey called and asked for a status report,
I hesitated with the subject header: “self-pity.”
The things you accidentally indulge, just sitting there.
Mom wanted to fly in from the East and consult,
But I told her business hours were over.
The things you accidentally ignore, getting tired of sitting there.
The project deadline arrived and found me—you guessed it—just sitting there.
Mom flew in to oversee the transition period.
Mom, Aunt Lacey thedoctorandI held a conference
Crammed together in my cubicle as I struggled to produce.
The engineers said the machines were properly configured, and
The guys down at PR began prepping a press release, and
My computer printed but there was a paper jam, so
IT suggested I push harder.
Finally the prototype of my labor, a little heir
With a simple title and a blank page (intentionally),
Helpless no longer, I held him to me, and together we sat there.
