Jack will NOT be reading this poem over livestream on Facebook today. He’s having trouble with a lot of nerve pain again, and he will be taking a little break while we work to get it under control. Prayers and incantations for him, if you are into that sort of thing, please.
Well, Never did I think I would be sitting here four years later.
I certainly don’t need to ask you to VOTE!
Blue Sky Over Key West
Sometimes when we stand in the loss
of it all, surrounded by what we will never
be, the sky seems to be just fine. It’s blue.
It’s many shades of blue. And it’s there
and will be when we join the landscape
of the invisible. Clouds cross, none ever
the same. And that’s when we realize again
that there actually is no sky, just another
anonymous unknown we are sure we see.
When our dog steps out onto the deck of
our little houseboat bobbing on the nameless
blue-green of this bight and lifts his nose into
the gull-crossed and sea-soaked breeze,
does he see our sky? I like to suppose
he does. Though most likely it’s something
his gentle nose has brought for only him.
First published in The Louisville Review
Subsequently published in Saint Peter and the Goldfinch (Wayne State University Press
The remarkably prolific and playfully serious poet J.R. Solonche has just come out with two collections: The Moon Is the Capital of the World and A Guide of the Perplexed.
Where are the books? Visit Reader’s World or Hope-Geneva Bookstore in Holland, The Bookman in Grand Haven, the Michigan News Agency in Kalamazoo, and The Book Nook & Java Shop in Montague to find Jack’s books in West Michigan.
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