Today's poem is by Dionisio D. Martínez
Once a Man
Once a man, always a man. The measure of a man. A shadow of the
measure. This man, a father, is hibiscus, grand oak, eucalyptus root. Thisman, a soldier, is palm frond and sugar pine and cedar. This one sprouts
the unexpected branches that will be our shelter. Transmigration isgood for the soilthe pasture all rot and renewal and crooked trees with
tiny pears that (by their own admission) would rather grow upwind fromthe world's incentives. These men have heard eternity's a cinch, but you
have to walk without disturbing this quilt of poppies and forget-me-nots before you understand that, even here, there's only so much room
for the restlessivy, kudzu, wandering jew. Tough to believe in the endwhen obstacles have the courtesy to step aside. This wall. This gate. This
useless row of fencepostseach of them a man who thought he wasalone, unencumbered by the hiss and the hum of things almost grinding to
a halt, things bluffing and no one calling them on it; each post a man whoturned down offers from Narcissus himself; each man declined because
he would not bow to the drowned, unsettled face looking up at himtwotargets equidistant from the surface. Such a steadfast march toward the
unforseen: lacking water, he reconstructs himself in the sheen of the bentgrassclosing parenthesis, reminder of the open/empty clause, chronic
pain and stance of one who prays to the patron saint of best intentions.
Copyright © 2005 Dionisio D. Martínez All rights reserved
from Quarterly West
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