Stand here. Now listen to the light. For what is material can be felt first as sound. Or as six or eight vases, jars, dishes. White, bone, ivory, brown on a table with margins. Or then as light. Then the rare permission of blue. A line-up, including the generic exiting a thin envelope of space. It accumulates. Regroups as if rethought in the forum of time as four or six vases that cast shadows. A fulcrum using light as force that might move us to an interior’s gravity. The small music left from a sky once on fire. As if time in columns has been collared here.
Robert Bense‘s book of poems, Readings in Ordinary Time, was published in 2007 byThe Backwaters Press. His poems have appeared in Poetry, Salmagundi, and TheNewRepublic, among many other magazines. (4/2009)