When I first moved to Austin, I attended a great poetry workshop at UT. Here are some of the poems I worked on there - I think these are some of my best because they have been edited many times.
For now I have decided to not
decide. I trace
the distance between us
on newspaper weathermaps.
We are two inches apart.
I bundle myself in
warm-from-dryer blankets,
thinking of high school science,
picturing continents billions of years ago
refusing to remain stationary,
drifting and colliding until
north touched
west touched
south touched
east as a poorly folded roadmap.
My reluctant roots could be roused
by grinding plates, earthquakes, pumping lava,
steam rising from the ocean.
I listen to wind and crickets, waiting
for tremors.
I've just bought a t-shirt with this poem on it in a street market in Vasto, Italy. I liked it (also if it's plenty of mistakes in the t-shirt version) Could you be so kind to thell me who wrote it? Saint Google told me anything... Thanks :-)
ReplyDeleteHello Isa - I am the author of the poem! I wrote it about 14 years ago and it's been on my website for several years. I would be so grateful if you could send me a photo of the T-shirt. Thanks for your comment!
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