Regular Microbes

September 11, 2013

They could exist all day beneath
the earth’s limbs, and think of sunshine
only as the brute force it is:
so quiet in its precision, so tight
against the curve of the sea,
so lonely as it starts to ebb away,
the wind a kind of collar left
next to a dog’s bone,
barely above silence—

They could exist forever
and not rise to ask,
is the sun a person?
Or can some things be outside the self,
daydreams of the empyrean?

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3 Responses to “Regular Microbes”

  1. Anna Mark Says:

    I really enjoy the first stanza. This description of the sun:
    so quiet in its precision, so tight
    against the curve of the sea,
    so lonely as it starts to ebb away,

    and then this image of the wind which I find difficult to relate to internally but nevertheless find very satisfying…the barely above silence and the contrast of the wind against a dog’s bone…
    the wind a kind of collar left
    next to a dog’s bone,
    barely above silence—

    This poem reminds me of attempts I’ve made to connect with the sun as a kind of “sum”, sum of everything, great burning sum alongside your precision here tight against the sea…

    a

  2. extrasimile Says:

    I did hear cheering–or was that just the roar of the distant sea? Thanks, John.

  3. John Stevens Says:

    I like this Jim. Those little microbes and Big Ontology! There are some lovely phrases in this poem too, such as the sunshine tight against the curve of the sea … and daydreams of the empyrean. You can probably hear me cheering from this side of the Atlantic!


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