‘CURRENT OR CURRENTLY’ & ‘INTO THE SLOW AIR’
CURRENT OR CURRENTLY
we stood outside, beneath an oil white residence
as it began to rain.
we could hear the echoes of boys playing
in the almond eyed shade
like a tracing of tempo, back and forth,
willingly spoken to dry eyes.
this killing is an open gate,
it is but a riddle,
is but a book about hope
in memory’s negative.
we might have talked but we found
it unattended, a personless
city made only of wood and words
and stone, and there’s
an ash in the air at night now, among the rows
and rows of almond trees.
I kept thinking, as I listened to the careful
clicking of your tongue
on your teeth, that your hair is not brown,
so much as it might be
a purified bursting, a system crashing,
a forging of the purely spacial
into a structure so much like a world.
INTO THE SLOW AIR
you’ve looked away
as a barbarian stranger looking,
your voice clotting in words
other than english,
full of departures,
barbed half-light across
your face taken up by sleep,
your words knotting
like weedy grass.
blackened sticks lie in fireplace.
this language wrenching already,
this light seemingly apart
from mine in the open globe
of dawn verging on pale roseate.
its snowing again
and I can’t get around it,
the molecule of its own cloth
cresting again and drawing out.
the coffee drips
and the snow comes.
you’re looking out at me
and there’s a feeling in it, of it.
Samuel Gilpin is a poet living in Portland, OR, who holds a Ph.D. in English Lit. from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, which explains why he works as a door to door salesman. A Prism Review Poetry Contest winner, he has served as the Poetry Editor of Witness Magazine and Book Review Editor of Interim. A Cleveland State University First Book Award finalist, his work has appeared in various journals and magazines, most recently in The Bombay Gin, Omniverse, and Colorado Review. His chapbook Self-Portraits as a Reddening Sky will be out soon from Cathexis Press.