from “Back on Earth”
Thirteen look out be well do that at least for whatever has hap- pened Thy no longer shall glimpse things great- er you say you aren’t safe well, no you’re not for- get your aims, your other loves no one can know what thought was for what adva- ntage it gave when time was young & speech a distant dream back on earth
Credit
Copyright © 2017 by Brent Cunningham. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 7, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“This poem is from a numbered book-length series called “Back on Earth,” which I think of as a sequel to my previous book, Journey to the Sun. As the title indicates, the poems in the new book deal much more directly with matters of the here and now—my life, kids, my politics, my thinking as it chews through various interests. In terms of the form, I wanted to push how short a line could be. I thought, Well, isn’t the word the limit to how short a line can get? Then I remembered hyphenation. As to the subject matter, my interest in evolutionary and geological history comes through. I think I’m not alone in finding an odd comfort in long, planetary, and even extra-planetary, timelines right now.”
—Brent Cunningham
Date Published
11/07/2017