Smoke. Fire. Memory.
Tracy K. Smith
The Body’s Question
I crumple paper to encourage the flame,
And for a brief moment everything is lit.But the logs haven’t caught,
Just seem to smolder and shrink
As the heat works its way to their center.Getting to what I want
Will be slow going and mostly smoke.[…]
Years ago during a storm [….]
While you added kindling to the fire […]
We sat in that room until the wood was spent.We never left the room.
The wood was never spent.“Joy”
The two temporal modes, a present failing to ignite and a past of toasty warmness, resolve themselves into a perpetual potential.
And so for day 1592
23.04.2011