Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Yonder …


In each poem slash poem slash person
is that of the beyond — they gesture
where they aspire and cannot
go. Their makers break on these
rocks and know it. The girl
who reads a poem at
school, from that moment
a poet — she knows but
doesn't, can't name it,
knows. That earplugged
boy dancing down
the sidewalk, he
knows, does he
ever, the beyond
in his song, doesn't
know, knows. Neither
knows the makers
broken, knowing
the beyond, not
knowing. You? Do
You really believe I
could see you and
not know in
you, nameless, out
of reach, what
none of us
knows, what all
of us know? Of
course you

— John Timpane

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