by
Marius Kociejowski
Heat
and Light
1
Things
appear, glow, suddenly vanish.
A
tree, for instance, can be so intense
It
appears surrounded with dark light,
And
just as the mind is trained to it
The
prospect of certainty is yanked away,
A cut sapling gripped in the hand
And
swung through air.
2
The
distant explosions of a star –
The
boy and his magnifying glass
Could
set this whole scene ablaze.
The trees drop their leaves prematurely.
The
path each leaf flows in motionless air
Is skilled by shape and
weight,
In
this stillness is itself wind.
A bucket is slung over a fence-post,
Its
bottom a lacework of thinning rust.
3
The
proximity of each object,
How
each outshadows or is outshadowed
By
its neighbor or else stands alone
in
exacting light –
There is no chronology.
The luminous signals are spread
Flat
against the surface of memory,
As
stars are discerned
Only
by their brightness.
4
In
the cracked geometry of the field,
A
grasshopper climbs a dead stalk.
5
An
empty bucket set
To rust on a fence-post –
That
which extended the meaning of a river
Is a dead tunnel,
Holds
nothing
But
the bitter heat of intention
Soured
by neglect.
The clanging emblems burn in mid air.
Marius
Kociejowski, So Dance the Lords of Language, 2003.
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