In This Light
nothing and nothing gets by you, but I get so distracted that my notice has been put on notice for birds and for traffic For instance, the constant slap of the sound of waves against gutters gets by me Grass stain on my hands from falling down at the hospital gets by me Physics Sequined dresses The Olympics get by me Meanwhile, the mountains are, so far, only distant, and some days I am even making my way through them with my pants on, which is lucky, though at other junctures sunflowers and pine tree needles my arms in full blossom as you appear around a corner kaleidoscopically The day looking up between us pink clouds
Copyright © 2012 by Matt Hart. Used with permission of the author.
Matt Hart is the author of Debacle Debacle (H_NGM_N Books, 2013), Sermons and Lectures Both Blank and Relentless (Typecast Publishing, 2012), and Light-Headed (BlazeVOX, 2011), among others. He teaches at the Art Academy of Cincinnati and lives in Cincinnati.
Date Published: 2012-07-27
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/light