Copyright © 2001 Richard Baumgart
Things Will Calm Down If You Let Them
Libra, Aug. 13, 1999
How I keep missing shooting stars . . . !
On clear nights, I fall asleep, open my eyes
to greet wishes streaking across the blank,
black canvas window yields,
except with morning I wake & can't
remember if I saw them or I dreamt.
Other nights I stand sock-footed in the street,
shivering into August it spits at me
with rain (gray heavens cede nothing,
no promises, & silence). I try to make
my own meteorites: taillights from
tractor trailers descending highway
at the valley's edge. They burn
like cigarette butts flicked across
the galaxy, also without promises.
It's clear tonight, & embers will collapse
through the hollow like bottle rockets.
I have no use for calm. Yet as I say it,
Perseus laughs droplets of blood from
the gorgon's head. Rest, he tells me,
come breathe deeply, sleep, & turn to stone.
Copyright © 2001
Ace Boggess has published in Harvard Review, Notre Dame Review, The Oregon Review, Clackamas Literary Review, Sundog, Borderlands, and many other journals. He recently was awarded a fellowship in fiction from the West Virginia Division of Culture and History. Currently, he is seeking publishers for his first full-length poetry collection, The Essence of Silence, and for eight literary novels.