The Terminus
- The Terminus
We glanced back from time to time,but each time the presentationremained the same:there was no one following us.
The road, unwavering, stretched back,vacant and flat,only to vanish where a shimmerstopped it from adjoining the sky.
Were they lost in the shimmer?The sun, a bedazzling dischovering on the horizon,gave us no answer.
And what if they were?The possibility urged us on,down a road whose terminuswas a cluster of lumpish stones.
And what if they were there,there in among the stones?What if they were there,positioned, intent? [End Page 102]
Knute Skinner lives in Ireland. Fifty Years: Poems 1957-2007, from Salmon Poetry, contained new work along with poems collected from 13 previous books. A limited edition of his poems, translated into Italian by Roberto Nassi, was published by Damocle Edizioni, Chioggia, Italy, in 2011. His latest book of poems, Concerned Attentions, appeared from Salmon in September 2013. A memoir, Help Me to a Getaway, was published by Salmon in 2010. www.knuteskinner.com
