Adam Clay
about Canoe
This sequence of poems began as a result of wanting to write something completely different from what I had in the past. After completing two full-length manuscripts, I wanted to write something brief and direct—something I could write in a few months without stopping to consider the “project” as a whole.
This change had to be a conscious one. To be aware of the differences, I gave myself several rules to follow. One of the most important rules was the necessity to compose the initial drafts of these poems by hand as opposed to on the computer.
Another important difference, and one that occurred more subconsciously than others, was the autobiographical element that began to emerge in these poems. The formal considerations of these poems allowed more room to communicate personal experience without delving too far into sentimentality.
from Canoe
remains of nothing. a brief return
to piled leaves and a mouth of water
from a hidden spigot. clinical
sky. a canoe of weather. the canoe
still days away. what river would not desire
a swell. what to say of the rhetoric
residing in meteorological desire?
revival turned to a laugh. five-
thousand reruns of yr favorite show.
*
streetlight sun. strike indicator
of a star. frozen november
and a forgotten fall. despise
is a sea wall of certainty. surge
construction. it is not difficult
to read for lack of light. there
is too much light in this room
and i have aimed my sight
to the flicker of ongoing,
purposeful, dirty, dead light.
*
ladder yr self elsewhere. mumble
something meant to forest fire
this world back five-hundred years.
its halo is spoiled. its eagerness
for process has cut you off
mid-sentence a gray
space where the sun should be.
the greatest thought a teacher
can convey is sudden
and stark when the student is ready.
*
never ready. never born. never un-
done. a thin shirt on a cold day a wind
at my back then at my face then at my
side then nothing. water is certain.
river swollen around my legs.
river mile in a blink.
