Day three brings us Joe Millar, with a poem entitled “Doorway” from his most recent full-length collection, Fortune (© 2007, Eastern Washington University Press).
THOUGHTS ABOUT THE POEM
This poem reminds me very much of yesterday’s selection from Penelope Schott. Here again we encounter ghostlike figures that pop up in our periphery, visitations that dredge strange memories in their wake. Joe’s work always begins with the earth and moves out from there, carrying silt and mud with it. In “Doorway,” he stop us on a trail and refocuses our eyes just off the path.
for my parents
They do not come back for long
from that far country,
appearing in momentary changing light
or walking in the forest after rain.
I follow deer tracks etched in the path
where the stream runs down
and shadows and the green ribs
of grassblades move.
My mother stops to rest
exactly here, leaning on his arm
still corded with muscle.
The war ended six months ago
and they think nobody else will die,
watching cattails brush the shore
talking in low tones by the water.
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