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| Rusty Morrison [The Kelly Writers House] |
from Rusty Morrison’s After Urgency:
After
urgency
How
to draw the constantly shifting selves together
around
an object of scrutiny and let this simply be
the
way that it’s raining again outside, so lightly,
hardly
more than fog, so that I leave behind my
umbrella,
open the door, then decide to just stand
at
the very edge of the front porch, neither
immersed
in nor protected from the suffusion
in
the air of nearly imperceptible rainfall.
6
In-significance
The
dead, today, are flushed to fever with my own fending-off.
Let
the cloud-face be a proposition of finding no face at all.
The
axial force in a tossed-away stone. From which I gain no center,
yet
go on encircling.
The
day is a thin, blown-glass nest. Each of their deaths is an egg in
it.
There
is no disarray at the binding line between light and shade.
No
uncertainty or censure between sky and branch.
Where
nothing has gone, and everything missed before it
went
missing.
Listening
for the split twig’s tact, the someone is coming,
its
faux benevolence.
The
suddenly red crow, glazed with evening sun, as if
to
convince existence of its presence.
For
our death party, I wear briar embellishments.
Commonplace
Climbing
ahead of my fear in sudden sound —
tea
kettle’s shrillness behind me,
I
follow a more compelling noise I’m rising toward.
A
noise without object slides freely through the bangles
that
would embellish it, and the carefully executed
traps
that try to expose it.
A
pursuit attuned to fear’s voice
needn’t
obscure other emotions,
but
enhances my capacity to distinguish them.
Pasting
this pursuit like a long strip of clear tape
across
the morning’s tea, phone calls, checks to write,
to
keep everything from slipping out of balance.
3
I
listen for the proper acoustics.
Singularly,
as it pertains to each encounter.
Skin
is a close relation of future, maybe a daughter.
Witless
as any surface to what it must witness.
Tree-line,
water’s edge, places that borders will gather against.
What
a body might verge upon, it can neither tame nor test.
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