Monday, April 28, 2014

A Hazy Shade of Spring

This began with the light haze of new leaves in the trees and the old Simon and Garfunkel song about winter.

       A Hazy Shade of Spring

The leaves start as the lightest green
fog, caught in the trees’ bare branches
then condense into darker clouds
summoning spring’s perfect storm –  
the sudden shower of birdsong,
bright lightning of the newborn sun,
then the comic thunder of the frogs.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Fourth and Inches

  For foreign readers, you should know that in American football, teams try to advance the ball ten yards (a little less than ten meters) in four tries (or downs).  Most of the game is a tangled chaos of arms, and legs, and bodies - and the ball is placed after each play by pure guesswork.  But if a team is close to the ten yards, suddenly the game becomes an exact science, and the officials bring out a ten yard long chain to see if the team has made it far enough.
   "Fourth and Inches" would mean that the team came up just a little short after three tries. They would need to decide to either kick the ball to the other team or try one more time to get those last few inches. (If they fail, the other team would get the ball closer to where they want to be.)
   As I hope you can tell, though, this poem comes to be about more than football.

    Fourth and Inches

After all those approximations,
we pretend to be precise
and bring out the chains,
buy the ring, write the will
then replay every thing
until we think
we’ve got it right 
and come to accept
as absolute
the purely arbitrary. 


Monday, April 14, 2014

On the Slopes of Mount Olympus




      On the Slopes of Mount Olympus
     
       it is hard to tell the difference
       between what is being built
       and what has been abandoned:
       both stand empty, waiting 
       for the earth to move again. 

Monday, April 7, 2014

Tag, You're Id

This one occurred to me while listening to a lecture on Freud.

Tag, You’re Id

In the cavern
of our unconscious,
all our urges play
hide and seek,
calling out
to each other
in an echo
we hardly hear
of a tongue

we seldom speak.