- After a Long Illness
Johnson, VT
At night the river, frozen over, fits
its bed like a key its lock. The current
keeps turning but the surface won’t
open. I can hear ice click, shift,
its crystalline pins caught. Twenty-odd miles
downstream from Lake Eden, its origin,
the Gihon’s near its end: after the old red mill,
before it enters the Lamoille, it falls
flat, a closed door. Wrong key
in the wrong lock, I like to put
my mind where two worlds meet and agree to
disagree. The teachers say: take up the water, [End Page 27]
make it your body and mind, make it thought.
But I think I must think the way
elements make temporary
arrangements with weather—
oxygen and hydrogen lock
their electrons and expand, a lattice
of tetrahedrons. All their new shapes make
ephemeral color the way what light there is
at midnight heightens ice, brighter briefly
than snow. And toward that whiteness my mind
pushes outward from the interior
where olivine water washes over gravel
and sand. Thought exerts drag
against the icy underside, and I
feel a border experience [End Page 28]
can’t cross over into knowledge
the way in front of paradox
my mind stops: for five years
my body killed me and kept me alive.
Bare berry brambles on the bank catch snow
weighted with rain that falls straight down,
hissing as it hits the ice. Who am I
now. Above: mountains. Below: the river.
Both moving and still, inaccessible
and everywhere, being is and keeps to itself,
hidden in emblems of the outward, seeds
extracted from bracts of a dry pine cone.
The spring equinox is near—rain coaxes
the icy lattices to relax into lapse,
little cracks mid-river. [End Page 29]
It’s so quiet I hardly feel
desire. But its soft force flenses the strongest
water from thaw—there at the thinnest brink,
kinesis that resists stillness,
thinking on thinking, the current pulses. [End Page 30]
Brian Teare, a 2015 Pew Fellow in the Arts, is the recipient of poetry fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the MacDowell Colony, the Headlands Center for the Arts, the Fund for Poetry, and the American Antiquarian Society. He is the author of five books, most recently Companion Grasses (Omnidawn, 2013), which was a finalist for the Kingsley Tufts Award, and The Empty Form Goes All the Way to Heaven (Ahsahta, 2015). An assistant professor at Temple University, he lives in South Philadelphia, where he makes books by hand for his micropress, Albion Books.