Dorianne Laux

Plume
December 16, 2011 Laux Dorianne

Plume

The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon

at the empty field, its bowed sides gold with rust,

half-filled with last night’s rain, a silver scrim

that shimmers when the wind passes over it,

then moves on into the field, turning the wheat

to waves before it escapes into the trees.

 

And then the sound of wind through leaves

like time’s low treble note, like the sticky substance

of the day abandoned, the minutes swept up

and dropped, arbitrary, all along the forest floor.

 

And somewhere beyond the field, a poet sits

alone in her flimsy house, her pen squeaking

across a blank page, writing the screed

of her life, making her little path of words

and thoughts– the candle flame, beer froth,

the field of wheat, the rust, the sun–

writing down everything that doesn’t last.

Dorianne Laux’s Only As The Day Is Long: New and Selected, is forthcoming from W. W. Norton January, 2019. Her most recent collections are Facts About the Moon and The Book of Men.