Noah Smits Poems
Comments about Noah Smits
St. Norbert College, Spring 2018
I've never looked at this path as a road before;
my eyes tending downward, drooping like branches
with all the weight of fresh snow that fell Thursday morn
and drifts ‘round my feet each step through the campus,
I always would walk, so green and so graceless.
It takes no effort to shrug, to belittle these
two-person-wide walkways, given the places
to which they're bound, where they cross, and from which they leave.
Today I sauntered with pride through the thaw, since I'd
survived all the worst that winter could carry.
It was a foreign horizon my focus eyed: ...
If a body's a bag with an ass and a mouth
my intangible doubt seems an odd thing to come
as a product from some set of fleshy machines—
is a guess from a tree or a prayer from a bird
not the same way absurd? What have I, set apart
from the mind and the heart of a capable ape
with a shapeable take on the stimuli marching
past him and I parsing and grasping, digesting
the fast-applied membrane of physical order