J. Kyle Kimberlin

 

Fused Realities

Joseph Gallo

 

Sunday, October 4, 2009

 

4:00 PM

 

Presidio Springs Community Center

721 Laguna Street

Santa Barbara

Admission is Free

Two accomplished local poets and writers will share the
podium, reading from their work in poetry and prose.

from Pictures of My Forgetting

 

 

You know that life is hiding from us, though

we caught a glimpse this morning, where
it fell as light on the carpet by the door.

It rose and flew like a moth down the long
hall and disappeared. As a child I saw it rest
that way. It would lie by the window while
morning arrived and my grandmother
was singing in another room. It fluttered
by and rested a while on my hand. It spread
its wings and loved me, whispering a psalm.

 

The house is gone but not that room, not yet.

August

Late birds flush the bush, streak
beaks across a bruised horizon.

Nightfall knows better than we
precisely what to do with itself.

Wild dogs skirl ritual like Pawnee,
their plain song sere against the sea.

Fluters hoot the winged oaks and every
mouse shadow stands its still ground.

To move now would be to
do the only human thing.