The
tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars.
I have no theory
of radiance,
but
after rain evaporates
off
pine needles, the needles glisten
In the courtyard,
we spot the rising shell of a moon,
and, at the
equinox, bathe in its gleam.
Using
all the tides of starlight,
we
find
vicissitude
is our charm.
On the mud flats
off Homer,
I catch the
tremor when waves start to slide back in;
and,
from Roanoke, you carry
the
leafing jade smoke of willows.
Looping out into
the world, we thread
and return. The lapping waves
cover an expanse
of mussels clustered on rocks;
and, giving shape
to what is unspoken,
forsythia buds
and blooms in our arms.
* *
* * *
Arthur
Sze is the author of eight books of poetry, including The
Redshifting Web (1988), Quipu (2005)
and The Ginko Light (2009). His work has been honored with an American Book
Award and a grant from the National Endowment for the Arts, among many
others.
Sze was
elected Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 2012, is a
professor emeritus at the Institute of American Indian Arts, and is the
first poet laureate of Santa Fe, New Mexico.
Six inches of new snow on my brother's deck in
ReplyDeleteBozeman this morning. My nephew's Iranian-born wife wished our family "Nowruz Mobarak" a greeting for the Persian New Year (year 2571 according to the traditional calendar)which begins at 11:14 tonight. Spring? One world? Why not?