Today's poem is by Boyer Rickel
[When You Asked, I Thought At First]
When you asked, I thought at first
of the shore house as some kind of reliquary,
our days there like small bones,
as though time could have a body.
As though the pleasure of the daily
habits we invented had made that week
a shelter, or something sacred.
Then I recalled a boat I'd watched inch
the blue horizon between one rose stem
and another at the edge of the flagstone patio.
The giant trawler, a harmonious
imprecision, reduced to inconsequence
by a framing perspective. A fact
explicit and exegetical. A corrective
to metaphor, and just as reliable.
Copyright © 2005 Boyer Rickel All rights reserved
from West Branch
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