- Cetus
We who are used to daily thingsare not used to this, whales
glistening as light falls across them,silencing itself. They do not seem
to move as we stand in the sun'smonotone, the late hour hammering
itself flat while a locust signalsfaintly and a finch goes off
in small arpeggios. Even afterthe whales have gone we still
stand there, and they reappear fallingthrough the universe as the sea
sways shut, and a lost bee landson my arm, twitching its gold thighs. [End Page 406]
Brian Swann has published books in a variety of fields: poetry, fiction, children's literature, translations, and Native American Studies. His next book will be Born in the Blood: Translating Native American Literature (University of Nebraska Press, 2011).