eighteen
i wrote of my ‘unusual’ age
a wind blowing straight out
of the sunset into my eye
into my heart
a mood of the sea.
thirty-eight
land-locked on days
a clear sky falls to me
i remember the sea
i came from
how the sand’s shaped round
beached timbers left
ribs keel of an old s h i p
become a strangeness of the
shore
The music for the reading is from the ‘Largo’ movement of Cello Sonata Op. 40 (1934) by Dimiti Shostakovich, performed here by the composer himself on piano and Mstislav Rostropovich on cello.
‘Old Trees, Level Distance’ by Guo Xi, China, Northern Song dynasty (960–1127), with acknowledgements to the website of Metropolitan Museum of Art for use of this image.
gone over
twenty years
my father
is a chinese
ink wash
you might find
deep in a library
between covers
under tracing
paper or
hung at the
back of a chinese
grocery near the
waterfront above
the co. ltd. name
and calendar month
an ink wash
nothing clear about it
yet it draws you
in and onward
into those spaces,
not the lines that Continue reading “chinese ink wash”