For the future I’d like to meet in each moment and not know a second ahead of time, from Poetry, October 2016.
from Time Traveler / by Patrick Cotter
Now is before he was born. Days of air
shaken by bees, crow song probing eaves
and quays. Maker of the future a perfect
terra-cotta tense, a tense which sings.
For making metaphor-making look as simple as breathing, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Casualty / by Seamus Heaney
To get out early, haul
Steadily off the bottom,
Dispraise the catch, and smile
As you find a rhythm
Working you, slow mile by mile,
Into your proper haunt
Somewhere, well out, beyond…
For wind and woods and wishes for rain and prayers for those with too much of it, from poetryfoundation.org.
from January Drought / by Conor O’Callaghan
But tonight is buckets of stars as hard and dry as dimes.