Seth Proch Poems
And A Rock Feels No Pain, And An Island Never Cries
There's a birds nest outside my window,
a bright white ribbon woven into it.
The tail of the ribbon is dancing in the barely present wind.
The scene takes place in a barren tree,
ravaged by the harsh cold of autumn.
I see it all from the open window of my room,
looking out through the metal screen,
where a tiny insect climbs nimbly up the outside.
Some old lo-fi recording of a jazz tune is playing,
and I wonder what she's doing right now.
The Passing Of Gary
We set the basket adrift like an infant Moses.
All oxygen tubes and prescription drugs.
A bouquet of flowers floating from the dock.
Drunken children stifling tears.
A viking effigy blazes in a small, sad display.
It's not the light show we expected.
Laughter and crying.
Lost and found.
Deep in the woods of Maine.