Thursday, January 30, 2025

Honor Guard

 



Honor Guard

 

for Taegre

 

You teach us

You teach us new

            meanings to breathing new

                        meanings to speed new meanings to

                                    98.6 degrees to keeping it

                                    to 98.6 degrees you teach us the sum

                                    of the distance in hours

from being discovered to shouldering this

            moment like a soldier-trained-honor

            guard you teach us hup-step-hup-step hup-lift-hup

                        but silently a kind

                        of synchronized time the polish of it

            you teach us the brass the grain the flat pall falling

                        precisely at the sitting-down-eye’s line

                                    of sight a line so true if it were music it would move

                                    a step   a step   a step   a step

                                                at a time

                        the body

                        your body

                        your body paused

                                    in its own bone-hold

                                                to begin

                                                                        on your own after so much time has


 flown        to

 

                       

 

            -           inhale

 

 

 

 

 

                        hold

 

 

 

 

                        exhale

 

 

 

                                    to come back

                                     home                                                                                         

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Sounding

 

view from below



Sounding 

                                    Consider his: the saving

Of the self in the intense work of its singleness,

Learning to live with it.

                                    David Ferry

                                    Out at Lanesville

 

The plow sounds

            it sounds rising

            from a height of such

            depth it is all (briefly)

            cacophony.  Applause

            at the end of something

            very demanding

            the audience rapt

            in the absolute

            hush of the something

            they cannot name

            they can never

                        name

            save for saying they have been

                        changed, unmistakably

            the way going to bed

                        in the middle

                        of the day changes

                        the body & her rhythm

                        the way waking in the dark

                        to the glow of the new

                        snow not knowing it

                        was supposed to snow

                        & the night is all white light

                        spread all the way

                        into far

                        and you can see that far

 

                        all the way into the dark

                        of the forested

                        property

 

and walking out

                        into this with the plow still

                        far off is an old time

                        revival you know

                        kind where the one with

            the deepest wounds from the deepest

            memory is offered up

            & the soundless awe

            of the congregation

                        their mute mouths

                        their plumbed tongues

                        are laid down

                        before the plow

                        that is yet                     that is yet

 

            (because sound to breach means taking it all in its entirety and it takes

a long long time)

 

                                    is still

                                    beneath it all