- State Park I, and: State Park II, and: State Park III
State Park I
going goingwhile here the words flow(forth a negligible horizon)to where you are hardat witnessing the cornerevent (having borneyourself over the dunes,the reader, to happen it so) [End Page 139]
State Park II
Glad for the firesomeone staked down the beach, glad I’m not left alonewith the fullyopened red moon
The stoker has taken onthe burden of responseto the moon which demands a mirror
which is raking the water and tindersthe frame but whose trail over waves persuadesonly backto the stance of an obdurate shadow [End Page 140]
State Park III
Doors slamming inside the surf:we brought our chairs downto hear
This coincidence, I said, of furniture
Installedin a folding, my chairlent its prettiest, yellow notesto the beach origami (a skilledimitation of wings)
A sandpiper lent out yellow notes too
In Phoenix, my mother-in-lawkept folding the clouds up in boxes,a gesture toward “ideas of order”
Well we’ll never see those again, I began Did you know, she had said, we used to watch the radio?
Everyone knows about that—here the waves are dragging inexhibits of distance, whorlingsensitive dials,making old-timey noises of farce and capsizement
I’m also reminded, I said, of a large, prosthetic ear, [End Page 141]
those big listening trumpets with vanishing points—
Did they used to shout ‘back’ at the radio?
(Sometimes I yell ‘into Skype’and ‘answer’ passing strangers ‘on Bluetooth’—
(Did our grandparents feartheir sinking by radio? Rearranging,as they were, the deck chairs on the wreck?)
There stands death, Rilke said,
a bluish liquid—waterdoor flinging wide
& banging on the hinge of the beach
There’s another one smashedon another, I said, getting sleepy,
through parted lips of the waves [End Page 142]
Jenny Mueller’s poetry has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Fifth Wednesday and Court Green. She is currently working on a chapbook manuscript; her book Bonneville was published by Elixir Press. She teaches at McKendree University, near St. Louis.