More Nothing Here
Today’s work is another brief lyric, and again it focuses on a turn, a change in perspective. The larger change that is underway will mean a lot of letting go, and probably not much taking on of replacements. Life has always revolved around clearing space for work, literary work; I am not sure what I am clearing space for now, only that it will happen, and that I should know more soon.
In the meantime, I am here to write it down, whatever it is.
7 March 2021
The more subtle hearing beneath the old hearing
is suddenly humming along with the air
and I know what it means. I will stand in the clearing
and from a faint distance see someone appear
and then watch as he simply dissolves in my vision
as well as my dreams of the future. That ‘he’
was someone who cast a long shadow, a wizened
and wearying revenant sailor whose sea
had sounded its last warning blessing. Poor sailor–
he knew he was doomed from the outset, but so
obsessive was he, even sky like a jailer
of beautiful weather made gravity grow
and his tiny craft motionless. Now he is crying,
but what she who waited so long really hears
is an outbreathing vastly more subtle. She’s trying–
she hears it again: This is where he appears.