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04 May 2014

Things in Light Poetry Series 2014: Rebecca Aronson

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Gorge


Sometimes what got the upper hand
would send a body over wholesale,
a ragdoll in a barrel, a dropped cannonball,
but never, I think, a swan dive.

Looking in at the feathery tree tops—
soft with sunlight or rain
above a slip of a stream
pebbled with bright discs
and calling all sideshows down to it—
come moss come fern
and burrow and jagged outreach
come sharp pins of light and pillowed shadow
come and be taken in
who could but lean a little forward?

And what is a tide but a calling in?
And the body a body,
a structure building itself
towards its own one end, just as it builds itself
towards everything else.

And what is a tide but return?
Every overflow gathers what it can.
Every flood sweeps at the reachable world
with a quickness that could be said to be greed.
It is all the body’s wanting: this world and the other and the other.



Peril




When you ask as you move your lips along
my arm tasting where I am I say I’m
here right here and this means I am pulling
my self down into my body again
from where it has drifted—though I do try
to watch—past the periphery. I am
forever slipping away unnoticed.

This is true: desire is peril. I want.
I want. I bay at the door of wanting.
The trouble is the door—it slides from side
to side, it goes incognito or a-
way. Unlike me; there I am, knocking, see,
in the wrong place, pulling the dresser’s knob
for instance and waiting to be let in.




Hold


While we were waiting
the storm took down
all the power lines in the world.
We were a little surprised
but soon in the dark
(when we could no longer discern
our own palms)
we discovered we could float
from our bodies
just as untethered balloons
slide free from tiny wrists
where they had been tied
with provisional knots
and are followed then
by all the eyes in the vicinity
until nothing remains to be seen.




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Rebecca Aronson's first book o
f poetry is called 
CreatureCreature. She has poems recently or forthcoming in Quarterly WestCutbankCimarron ReviewTattoo Highway and others. She coordinates the CNM Visiting Writer series and facilitates a student and community writing group.


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