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Ground: 2018-2021
Saturday, October 30, 2021
Tuesday, October 26, 2021
Otter Creek at Belden Falls
divide & fall, two times & more
boats climb your bank for portage
conglomerate machinery straddles
your east flank, overlays of
concrete & steel, bolts, pipes
gear that powers towns
rippled glass pours down your brow
tumult below, boil & froth
spill across massive boulders
spiral through wide & narrower gaps
arcing above you a hiker’s bridge
chain-link toe & finger holds
to guide me up & over
a plunge if that day comes
Saturday, October 16, 2021
Pholcus phalangioides
Don't worry spiders,
I keep house
casually.
— Issa via Robert Hass
all I’ve done for nine months is travel
what have I learned? what’s the prize?
a newborn seems a prize until it’s crying
I’m sick of moving house, yet here I am
in a house not mine, a bare space, not unlike
any place where life must spring from a pen
to fill the hollows — here’s a gnat, in the sinks
are crane flies & daddy longlegs, Pholcus
phalangioides, aka skull spider — Wiki says
it's like but not a crane fly, aka Tipulidae
some call Opiliones daddy longlegs
though they aren’t, they’re harvestmen
the air in this room brims with Arthropoda
come clades, settle this latest home
Sunday, October 10, 2021
Beatrice
I weep for her. John weeps.
Our minds fracture into
search parties. Hunting
on beyond six days
& seven nights, we fear
as she fears. If we are not
to find her, give us a caverned
corpse, a limb, a scatter
of bones to make a cairn of.
We know how strong preys
on strong, how the strike
the wound, the play
plays out, memory of each
mouse, spells of defiance
attempts at escape, casual
buffets & final blow. Like
her namesake, she’s taken
too young. We know
she fought. We travel far
lifelong. We are never done.
Wednesday, September 29, 2021
Deaf World
hubbub of a city park, whisper of my mind
walking along a paved path, others talking
aloud, a boat — white strings, triangle
of flimsy cloth, silvery hoops & nails joining
three pieces of wood into a proposition
set loose on a pond, motion proof of a breeze
I stop to feel, the sail filling one way
the boat going another, what suggests
a boat will return? a boat might fall over
send boys, their fathers floundering
what if a loitering child or fathoms claim it?
pantomime a world where I presume to speak
everyone a stranger, changeable winds
it’s not my boat, every boat I fancied lost
Friday, September 24, 2021
Laboratory
a room of large tables, shelves of bottles
the glass brown or clear, the contents liquid
some are tombs for bodies, for body parts
what I learn is the smell of formaldehyde
the look & feel of a glass pipette, a pointed tip
submerged in a beaker of distilled water
“it’s like a straw,” my grandfather says
“draw the liquid up beyond this mark”
an etched number next to an etched line
“then stopper the pipette with the tip of
your index finger, tap to release drop
by drop until the liquid level meets the mark”
this practice, this exactitude, lifelong
Saturday, September 4, 2021
Single Track
gray chips trace a narrow berm
between two slopes, left down to
a grassy ditch, right down to roots
of taller-than-me grass gone to seed
& spiking thistle, “ride the line,” I cry
aloud, pedal steady, front wheel
straight, thistle grabs, velvety plume
caresses, I stop, pedal again, stop
to pant, to breathe, there'll come a day
when pedal & breath run together
Thursday, September 2, 2021
What To Do about Texas
MacKenzie Scott, Melinda Gates, Dolly Parton, Oprah Winfrey, & other mega-wealthy women promise a free trip out of Texas & a free abortion for any woman who wants an abortion
corporations suspend all business in Texas, e.g., Amazon will no longer to ship to Texas addresses or offer cloud service to Texas-based companies, Verizon cancels all mobile service contracts, Apple closes all stores, Delta Airlines no longer flies to Texas, Ford closes all car dealerships . . .
New Mexico, Oklahoma, Arkansas, & Louisiana set up border patrols & deny entrance to cars with Texas license plates
this is the non-violent response, violent response remains muted for the time being
Monday, August 30, 2021
Friday, August 27, 2021
Way Stations
each place has its graces
animals outside the doors
natural light, flowers & trees
hiking & biking close by
& each has faults — old stove
or no stove at all, lumpy bed
stiff sheets, too steep stairs
windows that don’t open
doors that don’t lock, damp
& decrepit sofas, lamps
too dim to read by, a copper
sink that doesn’t drain
so many tchotches, dismal art —
when a rental ends
I’m always ready to pack
load the car, load the map
head for the next stop
Monday, August 23, 2021
Ein Ganzes Leben
ripples of a sunshot lake
wooden dock
twig of a red-haired girl
bare throat, arms, knees
stick for a pole
the line between her fingers
twirling a small fish
somewhere in Georgia
— after Rilke