Gary LemonsNEW YEAR'S DAY 2005 for Sam
I walk the streets today as I have so
Often in the last thirty three years.
It's an arbitrary number to look back to
A place to start counting but my number
Nonetheless--thirty three years, the years of
Jesus, that good, misappropriated
Man, the years it took Conrad to begin
To launch dark missals at the human heart.
These are the years a man looks back at when
Winter comes not just to the place he lives
But to his body, left like last season’s
Tools, one storm too long without shelter.
Cold wind comes off the water. Ferries
Labor in grey chop through mill smoke bringing
Tourists, seagulls, perhaps a younger
Version of me to town to begin, one
Hopes, a more fluid way to turn to stone.
I remember this feeling, these shivers
That come from insights and under dressing
When I was a young poet walking from
One bar to another with a warm buzz
In Iowa City in the cold morning,
Late for one class or early for another.
The arctic express came across miles
Of open prairie, bringing the smell
Of wheat stubble down from Canada.( Read the rest of the poem...Collapse )(About the poem...)
________________________*Congratulations to our 2006 Pushcart Prize Nominees -
The first six weeks of the year the Poem of the Week will feature our six nominations:
Gary Lemons, "New Year's Day 2005"
Mark Jarman, "Northern Lights"
Siobhan Brannigan, "So You Want an Opera Singer..."
Lynn Shaprio, "Sloan-Kettering"
Sophia Rivkin, "Conspriacy
Glenn Morazzini, "Sonny's Song"