The Singer
For Ethan Canin
I sat on the dock at dusk and spoke
to the fish who swam beneath me
like ears with fins to hear my secrets.
“That words come close?” I whispered.
“The sky enters me like a sword
with my own hand on the hilt.
How to witness what I can't express—
the smell of lilacs, the dirge of loons.
Make up the rest if you wish.
Less is enough.
Say I sound like one of the Hosts.
That I'm crying also and there's nothing
you can do to make me stop.
That I'm like the peepers, katydids, and thrush
with my own song— all call in the opera of dusk.
Or is it response?”
Copyright Credit: Chard deNiord, "The Singer" from Interstate. Copyright © 2015 by Chard deNiord. Reprinted by permission of University of Pittsburgh Press.
Source: Interstate (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2015)