Academic journal article TriQuarterly


Academic journal article TriQuarterly


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Today I caught the feeling-tone of a voice on the street, though not the words -

someone was asking a question of the silence and of the waiting

that live in things suburban and stationary: windows, garage doors, sidewalks, unlit streetlights, the bland topography of the lawns.

This was a daylight question,

not one you'd ask of glimmer or flight, lit streetlights, star magnitudes, fireflies, TV snow.

Not the moonless night question you'd ask of flowering bulbs and vegetables that bear their crops below the ground.

Not a question that drives you out of Self like a moth to its porchlight epipsychidion

but a question that drives you into Self like the soul of a rock in torrential rains.

Not the question a roadside diner asks of its empty parking lot. Nothing a shadow could ask of a highway underpass.

This was a question mouthed by a man

not by the drone of an edger, not by the blown trees gliding into place. Not by the ants that follow their winding scent-paths through the blades of grass. …

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