Today's poem is by John Kinsella
First Counter-clockwise Canto of the Möbius Strip
Some days the attraction of outdoors is so overwhelming
I develop acute agoraphobia and only manage to peer
through windows, through angled vertical blindsat heat bending strands of wild oats missed in the cutting,
the glitter on swatches of York gum leaves, suspended solution
of shadows. Staring too long out of semi-light into the blastof sunshine, everything reverses, and only imagined outlines
remain. I cannot sustain the anguish of images come unstuck
and realigned, the little obsessions, nervous tic of descriptors.I search out more proper names. I search through
a telephoto lens. I remember that touch that smell that taste,
I irrupt sense and memory to make terrain.I think over those people met by Ko Un in his Ten Thousand Lives.
Who once met, make light. In here, looking out, history
and nation writhe on shelves. The guardian, old Shep,sheep dog who lasted so many years after it made no sense,
no longer marks territory inside or out, his strong scents worn down,
his potent fences that warded off, gone. Even when those I lovepass by and say 'hi, John, aren't you heading out into
the block today, it's busy with dragonflies and blue butterflies
about the mistletoe...?' I reply: 'I think I will go out tonight,and walk with the stars at my feet, the ground above me,
walled in by dark trees.
Copyright © 2008 John Kinsella All rights reserved
from Poetry London
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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