Sport 40: 2012
Catherine Vidler
Catherine Vidler
Owls
This poem tried on
a garrulous fountain,
its big-deal diamonds,
the way it fell apart, and
adhered to the path
with the spillage of light,
its slippery leaves,
how nice it was to me;
But now it appears
there’s an owl amongst
the meadowlarks,
! an owl inside every
meadowlark !
and they aren’t known for knowledge
for nothing.
Poem after reading Yang Mu
Between trees, fantasies of air.
*
A sparrow pecks
at the room’s ripe
interior, as you begin
to populate a beach
from memory:
sky’s wasteland,
bristling sea,
rock pools’ cogent analyses.
*
Light trudges over pale sand.
Wind-prisms shift
in the taller dunes.
*
You gather yourself,
like
a tremulous shore.
*
In the sky, a flying triangle
of birds.