David Rivard

Inroad
October 12, 2011 Rivard David

Inroad

 

The radiance that is always around us is incited
when we win, & even the rain is exciting

on a Monday morning in June, especially
if last night’s mist is recalled

for how it spit in the face of Yankee righthander
Joba Chamberlain, jinxing

his delivery—I don’t
mean it dropped a hairball on this guy

or anything…but, hey,
why not? And now? Now an inroad is about to be made,

over by the factory where a roll of Necco Wafers got a redo
as a double-helix—

an ultimatum is about to be issued, near the gyrating exhausts
of the Novartis vaccines lab—& lightning

will return then, short-sighted & cross after having
been abducted for months, its blood sugars

burning down the creator’s forests & scattering
the girls’ lacrosse squad at MIT. The lightning gets cranky

little by little, all of us do by late morning, then tired,
and lightning is not by any means reasonable

to begin with, not calm—
everything gets blown up by its point of view—

an ultimatum will be delivered then—
and all at once we’ll agree to be lucky, splendid, & damp.

David Rivard’s most recent book, Standoff, won the 2017 PEN New England Prize and was featured by The New Yorker in its “Books We Loved in 2016” list. He teaches in the MFA Program at the University of New Hampshire.