James Grinwis // Poetry

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Rain on a Thousand Acre Skylight

Rataratarata. Way inside, a pure tone. A hum.

I was riding my bike along Avenue F, from Hall of Endorphin Technologies to Poetry of the Victorian Age.

We lived like this in Sky City, Nebraska.

Little self-destructions gnawing everywhere.

The way women transform themselves still stunned me after 50 years.

It was a time of transition, finding written forms fulfilling

and everything else extremely tiresome.

Sitting in empty places for hours, I enter a kind of home.

In the branches along the shores, a vocabulary waits.

James Grinwis has work out or forthcoming in Sentence, Quarter After Eight, Caketrain, Poetry International, Verse, Redactions, The Literary Review, and Sou’wester. He is founding editor of Bateau, a new letterpress journal and chapbook press.

Date of Publication: 29 Oct 2007