From “Misreckoning“, a renga by Gillian Sze and Alison Strumberger which appeared in the Literary Review of Canada, one of the middle stanzas
Slow hands tick over each surface,
Mother’s silver, Father’s atlas, Lover’s jawline.
Every hour chases its tail.
The incongruence of the objects is softened by the sounds. One doesn’t quite care how the poets arrived here and yet …
This particular stanza in this particular renga made me search out their set of other renga and epistolary work, Redrafting Winter
And so for day 2630
24.02.2014