Beam
How is it I'm becoming particle solid tool with a few odd uses even as I'm honed to nothing more than gesture—wave or stride, shrug, stutter? Resolute contradiction, I'm worn so smooth by now I should be able to explain everything. So what is it that escapes me, that on good days, lifted and filled me? Because that's what I would have called light.
Credit
From Rooms and Their Airs by Jody Gladding. Copyright © 2009 by Jody Gladding. Used by permission of Milkweed Editions. All rights reserved.
Author
Jody Gladding
Born in 1955 in York, Pennsylvania, poet and translator Jody Gladding received her BA from Franklin & Marshall College in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, and her MFA in writing from Cornell University in Ithaca, New York. She has published three poetry collections, Translations from Bark Beetle (Milkweed Editions, 2014), Rooms and Their Airs (Milkweed Editions, 2009), and Stone Crop (Yale University Press, 1993), which was the winner of the 1992 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition, selected by James Dickey.
Date Published
01/01/2009