I wind my way across a black donut hole and space that clunks. Once I saw on a stage, as if at the bottom of a mineshaft, the precise footwork of some mechanical ballet. It was like looking into the brain of a cuckoo clock and it carried some part of me away forever. No one knows when they first see a thing, how long its after image will last. Proust could stare at the symptom of a face for years, while Frank O'Hara, like anyone with a job, was always looking at his watch. My favorite way of remembering is to forget. Please start the record of the sea over again. Call up a shadow below the pendulum of a gull's wing. In a city of eight million sundials, nobody has any idea how long a minute really is.
From Ripple Effect: New and Selected Poems by Elaine Equi. Copyright © 2007 by Elaine Equi. Published by Coffee House Press. Used by permission of the publisher.
Elaine Equi is the author of numerous poetry books including, Click and Clone (Coffee House Press, 2011).
Date Published: 2007-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/bent-orbit