Robert Ronnow Poems
To Have Loved Mary
Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean
or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry
or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree
grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
The city is Seattle and it has a macho airport.
Give me the comfort of a moose knowing its
water supply. The mosquito's acceptance of its position
among a million mosquitoes. The pool of stagnant
water that remains one with the mothering ocean.
I drift on the air, less than a seed, a bacteria.
Or I am human, big dick, big brain containing
universal philosophic affidavit. ...
Thesis: Strength Endures
thesis: strength endures voids and emptiness.
strength constructs no homes (antithesis:
if your house leaks then on swollen days
in sullen seasons there is no home for you)
there is endless repetitious women's strength
enduring endlessly there is this paradox:
strength is the void endured and consequently