A reading at the Hillwood Art Museum of Long Island University / C.W. Post
The Clock of the Long Now treats the subject of time in many forms. From myth and ancient scripture, to a clock that will keep time for the “deep future,” to time travel made possible through an historic house, and the light of poetry, this collection is a pilgrimage through measured time to sacred time. Written completely in sonnets, The Clock of the Long Now reminds of the individual clocks each of us carries within us always, the human heart.
For giving voice to slavery’s strangled cries,
Just dig for his lost words, stitched in the loam—
Under red roots… between white alibis—
Patterned in clay, the fossils of each poem
When I was young, after my father died,
I sometimes longed to burrow down, and sleep
inside my mother’s womb, where I could hide
within my life-source, cradled in the deep—
Our house clocks stopped the day my father died—
at three, the very hour that he passed.
No catch of shifting gears, no pulse defied
his absence. Time itself mourned him…
(I have been born inside him, too.) I am
my mother’s goldfinch, thistle-eater of
her womb. I sing her blood’s music, enjamb
the sounds her heart and breathing made above
my new ears…
Your ghost would be there, folded like a fleece
across my bed at night, delaying rest.
Afraid of what I’d conjured, wanting peace,
I’d tug the blankets, waiting…
My latest chapbook, The Divine Tour, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press (release date TBA)