As many ducks in
the air as in the water.
The restless Autumn.
In summer, old friends
kept in touch by phone, by text.
We were growing old
together. Death comes
as a surprise. The wild light
in the cove stuns me.
NEAR PROVIDENCE 2.10.21
As many ducks in
the air as in the water.
The restless Autumn.
In summer, old friends
kept in touch by phone, by text.
We were growing old
together. Death comes
as a surprise. The wild light
in the cove stuns me.
Metaxyturn Diaries 
This poem challenges our natural inclination to rephrase profound truth or experience in clean abstractions which are co0ntrollable. The narrative of the change of seasons in which ducks and poet take part leads to teh traditional (in that sense generic) reflection on death in autumn. but the juxtaposition of ‘wild’ and light’ recasts what might otehrwise be out glib assertions or statements about death (and autumn). The verb ‘stuns’ with its echo of ‘sun’ calls to mind teh arresting of motion and the poet’s moment of beign stunned by teh wild light beyond concept suggests that amazement and glorious, timeless rest of being.
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