Thursday, August 10, 2017

island flickers

from the island

. . . writing compensates for nothing, . . . is precisely there where you are not.

-- Roland Barthes*

island flickers
(from Christine's words
on yes an island)

somewhere else you speak
mediated face a screen
flickers on a phone

no don’t look not now
eyes shut to breathe the world in
hummingbird at nose

chatter flutter stop
squirrel in his tree suspends
hawk is on the move

far shore feathered now
crossing channel light in light
rises mist on dusk

*A Lover's Discourse: Fragments, trans. Richard Howard (New York: Hill & Wang, 1978), p. 100.

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