Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

Quidi Vidi by Alison Pick

Walk as far as you can,
then farther, past
the chain-link barring the road, 
tire tracks deep as the rut of your mind, 
the place you always get stuck.
Wanting more, or wanting
less, to be rid of the word 
called wanting. Boulders, 
tall grass, shrubs you can't name, 
birds you can't name,
the ocean. Being a stranger sneaks you through 
the latch of language — briefly. Bottles, you know.
Condoms, you know. And the weight 
of being human where other humans have been. 
Back of the sea like one line of thought, 
slight variation of foam at the shore 
where artifice gives itself up. Farther out, 
a ledge in the rock 
as though attention might help. Turning 
for home, hands in your pockets, night mists in 
like animal breath, the black-brown shapes 
of gathering mammals
bending to drink at the silent pool 
of mind submerged in the mind. 
If a gap in awareness exists, it's there 
you might have slipped through.

~ from Breathing Fire 2 (Nightwood Editions 2004)


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